Tell me we both matter, don't we?
Is it possible that each of us has had a perfect moment sometime in our past, and that everything that we're doing now is simply an attempt to either recapture or recreate that moment? Is it possible that no matter how hard we push forward, the place that we want to arrive is somewhere in the past?
Or is it we are looking to find a moment that is better than the perfect one that we had before? After all, the past is like looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something we can all see, but not touch. Everything is blurred and indistinct, and more dust gathers on the window with each passing day.
In the end, are we all only searching for another taste of the thing we've already lost?
Or is it we are looking to find a moment that is better than the perfect one that we had before? After all, the past is like looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something we can all see, but not touch. Everything is blurred and indistinct, and more dust gathers on the window with each passing day.
In the end, are we all only searching for another taste of the thing we've already lost?