Memories

The night is chilly, but the atmosphere is excited. The cheerful answer is enough to shoot a thrill down anyone's spine. People crowd into the building, its tough to make our way through to see everything. The third floor is where things are most interesting, and where a little work needs doing. The color is dark.

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Driving through the beautifully lit city, the excitement must shadow the evening. The time passes so quickly, who could notice the speed it happens. Arriving at the correct place its easy to park, though it takes a few minutes to find the correct building - driving through back lots, alleyways and finally hearing the music. This is a dead giveaway. The night is still crisp, chilly. The area is odd, not dangerous, but odd. The color is light blue.

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Awkward moments can make the most impressed of memories. Those moments which are awkward, but where those involved never notice, make good memories. Staring into another's eyes is believed to create a window to the soul; though avoiding another's eyes does not entirely hide the sight. The touch is enough, starkly reminiscent of the greeting's effects. The color is pine.

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Travel to a destination is often the most overlooked time of life; given the time it takes, however, it seems there should be made particular use of the experience, particularly given the company. But so used, it passes quicker, leaving curiosity as to the nature of time - how is it that time will pass quicker when one wishes for it to stand still, but slower than one might fear when awaiting something important just around the next minute-bend? The color is grey.

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Food is overrated, for there is much to do with an empty mouth that may not be possible while eating. The background has faded and in view sits only another. That is, the other, in each case. Water is bliss, but so little; but it is enough. Others nod knowingly, comment snidely, and build assumptions based on anything they see, though in this perhaps they are hypocrite, or perhaps they are right. The color is orange.

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The end in sight, one fears. But fear is irrational; can one truly lock perspective into a single view of only this moment? It is our nature; and no amount of time is enough. Relaxing, though, gives flight to words and thoughts; histories, and stories, and hurts and challenges. There is more. And more, but restrictions often hold a heart in place; the end comes. The night begins to fade, once again, but this time, permanently. Ill fated winds blow, and it is over; the night fades, all is dark. The color is Royal Blue.