sometimes i forget how good life is to me.
sometimes i can’t see the magic in each breath i take.
i forget how wonderful it is to move, to see, to hear and mostly i forget how wonderful it is to feel.
sometimes i forget to remember.
I forget my past, this i know – and i cannot help these things and I’m hoping this is alright.
i sometimes forget of the afternoon before evening, when the yellow brown rays hold me while i soak them in.
i forget about the sounds of nature, the sounds of leaves as they play together like children with the wind – my friend, the wind – who was with me from the beginning, while i waited, watched, listened to my life – the wind was with me, reminding me of where it comes from and how wonderful it is. Sometimes i forget the wind, i live in great big buildings with computers and technology and i forget about the sun in that way, i forget about waiting or istening to the lovelyness of things that i used to.
its sad now, to see how i forget to be myself – trying to live snother life without all that i love – snd now i know that while i do, i am missing and leaving behind that which i cannot get again…
sometimes i forget to remember. and for this, I am to blame. let my mind feel lame, life is more than a single minded game. sometimesd i forget this – of the time before, i can only reminice.