I imagine its hard for everyone, at least sometimes.
Like the gossamer nature of memories,
more a sense, than knowing.
Or in trying to understand the moon,
it calls out its unreadable message,
much as a flag, or a sign, so clear and bright.
Maybe like trying to grasp dreams,
in waking from slumbers to watch them drift away,
lingering... only moments.
I imagine its hard for everyone sometimes,
especially alone in the quiet.
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