Moment

In this moment there is so much.  In this moment it is so simple.  In this moment I am so full.  Full of all life has given.  I want to hold this moment in my grasp until my palm is sticky with sweat.  I want to remember this feeling of bliss when the nights are long and my body is exhausted.  I want to wear it like a blanket, protecting me from the stings, bumps and bruises that will weigh me down.  Weigh me down and make me forget.  Forget to be grateful.

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