Tell me you heard the clicks and pops of the reel too

Remember the night we sat on the floor, discussing the rest of our lives, sharing a cigarette while the world moved around us?

I hate the way a few simple years has turned into so many thousands of miles that the past seems more like a moving picture than the living and breathing and beating it was



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I thought I was off to bed when this came clicking like a reel across my memory.
If I can make it I should stay up for just a while longer to walk around and hear the birds begin to awake.
And hate it like I used to.