Chasing sunsets in the backs of our minds, and drowning out the confusion with music beating against taped together chests.I watch you sigh your troubles away,worries of it not working out and trying to get it right,until now I had been holding my breath since February and honestly it feels so good getting some fresh air into my tired lungs. I missed watching the world through open eyes, and tonight i'm not blinking once.
"even with her eyes open she couldn't see it"
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Ephemera
Poetrye·phem·er·a əˈfem(ə)rə/ noun things that exist or are used or enjoyed for only a short time. items of collectible memorabilia, typically written or printed ones, that were originally expected to have only short-term usefulness or popularity.
