the world is still so full of light, and i feel it illuminating onto my skin in the pure moments of dusk atop primrose hill, with milk & cookies and the childlike comforts i find in an old friend i lost touch with ages ago. the world is still so full of light, and i always find it in the crevices, in the moments of stillness and it hits you with a realisation that there's still so much left to give. that there's so much i still want to be, and that we remember our lives through moments of impact, when it hits you hard and unexpected, when it hits you in all the ways you couldn't have possibly imagined - you realise that you are made of nothing more than fragments, fragments of moments, no matter how fleeting - and that we're really just mere breaths. we're still so young yet so full of the world, but we're also so full of light. and so we lie here, in our collective consciousness, knowing that there will be a billion sunrises and a billion sunsets
and in these moments of a new day rising and another closing, i am born anew, rejuvenated, refreshed, i am washed and lathered and i am cleaned and wrung dry - and i shall begin again
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