If something intangible is forgotten, does it cease to exist?
Every moment of every day, profound things happen that slip into obscurity simply because we don’t take the time to remember.
I have a terrible memory, but hate forgetting.
The idea behind this blog is simple:
Thoughts, moments, quotes, anything, could be sent here, at any time in the day.
I don’t want to forget the world I live in now. And I don’t want you to either.
from above and below , the dark skies blink and the swirling seas lie the colour of ink. Perhaps one day in the darkest of night i will learn the art of flight and sleep the slubmer of the alive in your whispering arms. AM
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