Sometimes
Present is just barren , not empty
Sometimes
People have no shape other than their memories
Sometimes
You know they have ended in a certain time, and would never begin
Sometimes
Life is diving in the oceans of dead past
Sometimes
We should just swim and let the ocean to be,
If there could be a breath
Monday, August 7
shape of memories
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