Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth~
You are my sweetest downfall,
I loved you first, I loved you first.
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads.
But they're just old light, they're just old light.
Your hair was long when we first met.
It just hit me that my life - or anyone's really, consists of sad and happy things. They seem so vague when you say it that way, but in between these occurences, there's beauty that intensifies the meaning of life itself. Sad things exist to help us remember that happy times are not to be taken for granted. Happy memories exist to remind us that we can only get better, heal and recover.
Do you get that feeling where you remember a memory so well that thinking about it really takes you back? You can see, smell, hear, and touch the scene. [And unless you were eating(?), taste.] It's as if you know it's almost real in your head, yet being so sure creates this doubt that it ever was real at all.
I wish I can pay visits to memories. It shows me how much I've changed. It shows me what made me happy before, in contrast to what makes me happy now. You know what I mean? My level of contentment is ever-growing, simply because circumstances change. The more things change around us, the more we need to adjust to changes, and due to that, change changes us.
Haha damn, I never get anywhere with my thoughts. I miss my naivety.