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I have moments when I am not myself. Times when I curl up, wanting the day to pass, and the sun to set. There are too many memories holding me to something that I would rather forget. I have a lot to say, and no one to share it with.

I have days when I toss my hair back, and my eyes toward the sun. Then there are times when I stare at my shoes, forgetting about everyone. Exaggerated moments, and whispered sighs. I am whole, complete, alive, but only in my best of times.

I have moments when I sit in silence, letting the hum of the wind transform into symphony. Yesterdays replay in my mind, until they're nothing more than a fragmented movie. You're standing there, the star of my film, smiling against the air. I'm always lost, and I don't remember how to find my way back to there. I always imagine that one of these days. One of these days..

By Jennifer Nguyen