Everything seems to boil down to memory.

The moments flicker past with ridiculous haste.

I remember standing outside, outrageously melancholic and glad to still be around to witness.

There’s a sunrise there, one that didn’t exist in the space around me.

But ask me if I remember seeing it and feeling it?

I woke up with it in my heart this morning.

I’m grateful that deserving it or not plays no part in my world.

Love, X