before midnight

Sometimes I wonder what it’s all about. This life of ours full of mystery and uncertainty.

So much to see, to feel, to experience. Yet the missed opportunities.

The anticipation.

It’s that first kiss. And that last kiss. The joy and the tears. It’s the mundane and the sublime.

The rut.

It’s everything you want to remember. And everything you want to forget.

I know because I’ve been there. In between a paradox. Trying to figure out what to do next.

Perplexed.

Or do nothing at all. Let it unfold as it should be. Before midnight.

 

© 2020 magicofwords

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