How faded and blurry we become as we grow older and more tired, mor set in our ways I suppose and we tend to drift through memories like feathers through holes in the clouds or sand dithering through waves of salt water.
I wonder if you ever feel as I do, if you ever wonder about those things we regret in our lives, the things that ruin and mark them in ways we would rather not see or remember?
We do remember them though, in warping images and melting off key soundtracks like so much worn out videotape.
All I need to remember is that you didn't need me and you couldn't see me.
All I need to remember is that, you want a problem free life, and I will never be problem free.
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