Author: Shiloh


Everyday things,
Everyday moments,
Every damn thing.
It’s all a collection of thoughts,
A collection of lines,
A collection of parts of your life.
Your mind is a scrapbook,
And your photos and bits of history
Fill the pages in that scrapbook.
Once in a while
You open that scrapbook,
And you take a look at things there,
And you wonder about them,
You marvel at what they are,
What they were,
What they mean to you today.
Your mood determines
How hard the impact will be,
And what you will do with it all.
Tears happen,
Depression happens,
Warm smiles happen.
Impact hits differently at different times.


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