I Swear We Were Infinite

(Image Credit: Maddy Bartlett)

This quote is taken The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

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  the pages of my life slip quietly by

like the sun tracing an arc across the sky

from the past to the present

marveling at the texture of days as the story unfolds

each smile, each laugh, each heartache and tear

the ripples extending in reflections of the memories

one life that was changed by a singular act

a great love echos on in eternity

a simple touch, a smile, a single breath

and in that moment, I swear we were infinite

Maleko © 2013

The above was written for Free Write Friday from the image prompt  above using what is called stream of consciousness writing, no editing, no proofing just writing! Please check out Kellie Elmore’s blog  or click on the Free Write Friday Image for more information.  Post your submission with a comment and link to your blog on Kellie’s blog, post on twitter with the hashtag #FWF, Facebook and join the fun!

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11 thoughts on “I Swear We Were Infinite

  1. Mark, what I love most about your piece is how the line “and in that moment, I swear we were infinite” goes so perfectly well with the rest. It was the cherry on top and sat there as if it was home. I adore this lovely contribution. You made me sigh aloud. ♥

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  3. Like the feeling of how your words reflect on the small moments that pass, and when we pause to experience it with another, it becomes something we carry with us forever.

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