R.I.P.
Sometimes I wished those fleeting moments never passed. Instead of leaving, they'd stay still in time, without really moving,where we all stood too, looked at each other and ourselves; a second to perhaps reflect onto our inner demons and see how beautiful they can be when you give them a moment of silence-- a moment of peace.
A moment of rest.
May they rest in peace, when that fleeting moment someday decide to stay still in time.
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©Violet Eden
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