There are tiny moments that keep re-playing and manifesting into self created features. It’s been sunny out lately and my walks have been longer. Gabi is asleep by my side and it comforts me knowing someone from back home is with me in the uncertain land.
I stood outside of my new home today and it was incredibly exciting to encounter a place that is memory-less. There are upcoming moments to reminisce in regret about, certainly. But right now, this place serves as the location for aspiration.
I don’t even know what I’m even aspiring for, truth be told.
I think of Summer and I can only get myself to think about time spent in the park, working, and by his side.
Expiration dates are silly.
So are the ideals of happiness. At least my own construction of it. Closing my eyes and thinking of what has already happened might prove to be a more beneficial process.
Even though I’m still breaking down moments until they become pixels of nostalgia.
Here’s to what once was.
