Slices Of Everyday

Regular moments, carved out of chaos,
Ordinary slices of everyday,
Never meant to survive
Their breaths consumed, their faded light,
Their minutes wasted —
On repeat as the penultimate
Sepia nirvana, gloriously mundane.
Treasured memories of a time
Life still made sense,
Back when the world
Still seemed sane —
The way we lived
Before joining the game.

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