Analysis of Tuesday’s at 12:40 am

And the sun came up, just as it always does
And the people got up out of bed and carried on to do whatever it is that people always do, and time didn’t stop like I wanted it to.
Everything was trapped in a moment in time I could no longer reach. & Then I realized, that’s what memories are. Little moments of frozen time that we can revisit or forget. & When life gets overwhelming and I search the spaces in my mind for solace,  I find the moment I always revisit is you. & In a way that is what kept hope alive, thawing out the frozen memory, giving it air to breathe and live again because it was the only way I could have you after you were gone.
And it was a very beautiful thing to be able to freeze time in that way.