�beautiful things never last, that�s why fireflies flash�
But that�s wonderful. I can think back and remember that beautiful thing and it�ll always be as crisp as the photograph I have of it in my mind.
Romantics revel in the chase of something and drink up the time spent reminiscing their past pursuits. We have trouble with the now. Give me something that doesn't last and I'll savour every drop of knowledge and emotion I can squeeze out of it. Give me something that will last forever and I'll use and abuse it until there's little left to salvage. At times I can't wrap my mind around the reason I'm this way.
But, you see, a memory will never leave unless you�re ready to let it go... it�s as tangible as you allow it to be.
So flash firefly,
Walk away lover,
I'll remember you
10:00 p.m. - 2009-08-14
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