All I want for Christmas



The words come and go freely, much like everything else in this life; they aren’t ours to hold onto. Sometimes we don’t capture them in the moment, that’s okay, the opportunity isn’t gone forever, merely postponed. They stay there, within our read, syntax and metaphor floating inside our minds, waiting for the day our consciousness finally remembers what we once lost. I think that’s what deja vu is.



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