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you'll remember this moment of joy and optimism forever.

remember their smiles remember how the lights felt— like a dream, now, but you remember.

It’s 11:59 on New Year’s Eve. The room is loud, the flash is too bright, and everyone is pretending this means something.

You’re not sure where you are in this picture. But you remember how it felt to be the one behind the camera.

Your hands were cold. Your heart was hopeful. It was almost enough.

you were waiting at the light, just like always. but this time you noticed the sky. this time it felt like something was about to change.

You don’t remember what the joke was. Just that the sun was setting, your heart was light, and for once, being a little cringe felt like freedom.

Nothing Happened, and That Was the Point

You didn’t have the words for it back then—what you were feeling, or even why you needed to be alone.

But you knew the stillness mattered. That the lake could hold your thoughts without interrupting.

No noise. No music. Just water, rock, and breath.

You’ve been trying to get back to this moment ever since.

You’re not sure where you were going. Just that it was too early. The bus was cold, the windows fogged, and your thoughts were too big for your body.

You traced invisible messages into the glass and hoped no one was watching.

This is where you learned how to lie beautifully.

How to write essays like defense mechanisms. How to hide behind metaphors. How to circle your thoughts with red ink and still get an A.

You never raised your hand. But you understood every subtext.

🎵 soundtrack: The Postal Service – “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight”

You weren’t driving yet. Just sitting in the backseat, soundtracking your life like it was a movie.

The city felt massive—full of secrets and strangers and possibility. You didn’t know it then, but you were already writing your origin story.

📍Minneapolis, sometime in 200X. The sky was gray and so were your thoughts.

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