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Nostalgic Embers
There's a soft spot in my heart for the things forgotten.
The moments like embers,
flickering on long after the fire has gone out.
The 'Russian Roulette' memories triggered by songs, scents, or familiar old backroads of an aging hometown in the middle of a world that won't stop spinning.
I have a soft spot in my heart for the places I've been, the things that I've seen, and the people who've shared a fire with me.
The moments like embers,
flickering on long after the fire has gone out.
The 'Russian Roulette' memories triggered by songs, scents, or familiar old backroads of an aging hometown in the middle of a world that won't stop spinning.
I have a soft spot in my heart for the places I've been, the things that I've seen, and the people who've shared a fire with me.
Published 23rd Jan 2016
| Edited 24th Jan 2016
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24th Jan 2016 5:25am
I would like to think that there is some wisdom in be appreciative of where we have been, especially compared to constantly focused on places one wants to go.
3rd Feb 2016 8:01am
28th Apr 2016 11:53pm
Yes! Moments live forever, if you allow them to. I love memories for that reason, enabling us to cherish the beauty in what we've had. I often find myself feeling gratitude when reflecting on the good I've experienced. Relatable for me, thank you for sharing.
