Thoughts are snippets of our mind. The truce of the imagination.  Our hideaway. Our passage to the next moment of time.

Always remembering and forecasting. Forever in motion.  Denying,  fighting,  and surrendering all within ourselves. 

The quiet. The bliss.  All rolled into one. 

The shivers of a cold night. The silence of winter casts shadows of doubt.  

Hope. Lightens the path. Portrudes from our smile. The glance from a stranger. The flicker in our eye. The flash oh so inconsequential but so relevant.  

The tenderness of my love. The fragile embrace. The taking of a kiss. The realization that forever does exist.

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