Winter Breath

Time used to pass pretty slow when I was little. Months seemed to last for ages. And now, it passes so quickly, like that exhale in winter - you see it for a moment, it dances through thin air like smoke and then it just fades. So, so quickly. And as the past freezes and becomes just memories that stay in our minds only if we never let our guard down, the breath of existence flows gracefully through our bodies and never, ever our imagination. The past and the future are nonexistent. They don't exist anymore. Just like that winter breath - it all disappears. We only, ONLY have the NOW.
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I'm so nervous. I have a concert tonight. Oh, man.... I hope it all goes well. 
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