Each passing day ends and begins with a sigh. For each morning signals a beginning of another endless dream while each night is another futile attempt at consoling a weary soul. How could time be so dawdling when one needed it to be running fast? How could time pass and leave with just a memory that wouldn’t last?
If time is a distance, then walking around the world wouldn’t matter at all. What happens, what has transpired and what might occur will surely be destinations worthy of an endless voyage. But it is not. Instead, it’s a drift of intangible moments. Moments that will never be the same again. So every second shouldn’t go to waist. Every minute is treasured. For they will never happen again. And these are nostalgic souvenirs of two random souls.
When minutes slid into hours and hours into days, a repertoire of keepsakes are vaulted and kept safe. Only are these wonderful trinkets visited and reminisced in the coming vast expanse of solitary days and lonesome nights as a soul waits for the fulfillment of a yearning. And although waiting comes with this painstaking effort of patience in enduring the listless flow of time, until that fateful day is within reach, here you’ll find a soul shall wait.
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