Trying to make sense of it all. I take myself there, put myself in the shoes and hit play and I just cannot get it to play out as I would have imagined. As I have told myself many times before...once again I repeat to myself... live in the present. Photographic memory is not something I possess, but why the f do these images/ideas/assumptions/remarks come together to bring me back to the past and take me away from my precious beauty sleep.
just open your eyes
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