So wish I knew how to put a perfect day in a jar,
screw the lid down tight and keep it forever in my
memory . . . perhaps one way to do just that is to
journal about it. 'Tis sad enough that we go through
our days . . . the ordinary, the sorrowful, the gleeful
and only remember the down times. I recognize that
it's impossible to live in an orgasmic high, but still,
there must be a way to preserve moments of joy. I
am determined to walk a sunlit path before I pass.
Enough with sorrow, already!
bring on the candles
a sunny day starlit nights
so pray light prevails
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