Apr 06, 2013 13:52
The odd feeling when you look up people you used to know--people who used to be your closest friends. Their amazing lives, so different from your own, when before, your lives were so closely interlocked.
The distance between you is now so vast it seems impossible you were ever as close as you know you once were.
Sometimes it makes you wonder. (where you're going) (where you should be)
and what the purpose of this life is anyway
This song is for you.
Spring always reminds me of Scotland, of Japan, of all the places I could be, but am not.
Letting a Caorann have time to think is always dangerous.
restlessness,
poetic prose,
contemplations,
friends