There’s absolutely nothing like the present
Because when retold it is made up
Edited in some shape or form
You can not capture your emotion quite the same, your laugh or your pain
All of those moments lay in different times
Remember when we…
followed by laughter that could be heard from miles away
Remember when you…
The words at the beginning of a conversation that was finally getting it’s time
Remember that song you liked?
Well I thought you’d like this one too
All different times, all different memories
Time:
What we always want more of
What we never have enough of
What passes as I scroll
What we had last night
What is not guaranteed and taken for granted
What breeds room for bitterness
What heals the soul
There’s absolutely nothing like the present because when retold it is made up
Edited in some shape or form
You can not capture your emotion quite the same, your laugh or your pain
All of those moments lay in different times
Isabella Musherure