Moving on...
They say time heals all wounds. They never tell you that time makes new ones as easily as it heals them. I guess they were there when I needed them. I have a lot of happy things to think on and the pictures to prove it. Now we've all reached our the zenith of our intersections. I can only put so much energy into sustaining something to which it is becoming readily apparent that I'm no longer required. It's not like I haven't done this to people too. This must be how it feels to receive blows from the cold axe of silence. The schism grows ever wider and soon this terrible estrangement process will be complete and I may glance and see them years beyond and see them and say quietly to my children, "I knew that person once." And then we'll keep walking in our different directions.
Make no sudden movements...and no one need get hurt. You're making me nervous. If you know what's good for me why don't I be leaving you.
It can never be the same as it was, I know that. I think I've finally realized that a mortal man may not fight the strong current of entropy. I just wish that when those happy times, those bright moments were happening, I'd quicken inside and say, "I will cherish this now and forever."
C'est la vie, children. We make room for new fellow travelers. I have a few seats open. Any takers strange enough to occupy them are welcome in this car.
Make no sudden movements...and no one need get hurt. You're making me nervous. If you know what's good for me why don't I be leaving you.
It can never be the same as it was, I know that. I think I've finally realized that a mortal man may not fight the strong current of entropy. I just wish that when those happy times, those bright moments were happening, I'd quicken inside and say, "I will cherish this now and forever."
C'est la vie, children. We make room for new fellow travelers. I have a few seats open. Any takers strange enough to occupy them are welcome in this car.