the small moments

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when it’s over, your pulled away in a tight fitting bag.  their are no updates.  no story to further develop.

when it’s over, your lose the things you never thought twice about.  you can’t roll over in the middle of the night and kiss the one you love on the forehead while she sleeps.  you can’t pet your cat and feel him purr under your hand.  you can’t feel the warmth of a hug from a friend you haven’t seen in ages. 

life is a series of passing events that we never pay attention to because we’re to busy worrying about useless shit that in the end, means nothing. 

i try, all the time, to notice these moments when i can.  i try to take them last.

they are what matter.  not your job.  not your car.  not your tv.  not much shit you’ve bought, or what you wear.

the small moments.

that what i want to take with me.

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