The memories have all faded a bit.
Some of the finer details have already been lost to the ongoing war. The one engaging my brain, the one I am slowly losing.
The faintest smell once retrieved the sharpest colors. Today, even a photograph cannot convince me of my existence in that very moment.
I suppose that older memories need sometimes fall away so to make room for the day’s latest renderings, however temporary they too may be. Not unlike the air my lungs release so that I can fully breathe in again, one more time.
Surely memories make life that much sweeter.
But today –
today is life itself.
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