Philosophical

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“Think of yourself as dead. 
You have lived your life. 
Now, take what's left and live it properly. 
What doesn't transmit light creates its own darkness.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
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I looked back and saw kindergarten
Memories playing vividly in my head
Halfway done they said and I asked
"Didn't life start just yesterday?"

I wonder if it is just bad memory
Or too much of the same every day
But I care none the less because
I've grown so very fond of the place

The wind lightly taps the blinds
Like piano keys played in silence
My heart beats soundly in my chest
It revels in the temporal moment

My mind grows quiet, the light fades
I hold on to a beautiful time, but
My eye can only focus on one place
And anger brings down the darkness

Breaking in between perfect notes
Where God looks in to see me there
Breathing with my sight narrowed
In looking at life in short windows

Short Windows