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let that be enough..Switchfoot

The eight lane road with embedded orange and red lights that blink.

Sitting on the pavements we chased.

But that was a long time back.

Breathe.

We need to do this. We came to say goodbye. We promised we won’t go back.

It is dark and if I don’t blink for while everything becomes a blur.

The road hasn’t changed. We have. Life has.

May be I am staring too long and forgetting to blink.

May be that’s why, the most beautiful memories today, seem to be nothing , but a blur.