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"do you think everthing always has to die?"
"no. it doesn't have to.
they just tend to."
but now it doesn't matter i suppose. because its all a film strip in my memory anyways. like something i can start and stop.. or sometimes not stop. but definitly control to some extent. and things and words and people replay themselves in my head constantly.
sometimes i look at photographs and think about the times in which those events took place. and sometimes i think, i would have liked to be a part of those times with those people in that place. it goes on in my head like a repeating cycle, never being able to spread myself thin enough. eventually it ends up turning into a slideshow of people and pictures and places in my head which i was or wasn't a part of, but wished i could have been.
"no. it doesn't have to.
they just tend to."
but now it doesn't matter i suppose. because its all a film strip in my memory anyways. like something i can start and stop.. or sometimes not stop. but definitly control to some extent. and things and words and people replay themselves in my head constantly.
sometimes i look at photographs and think about the times in which those events took place. and sometimes i think, i would have liked to be a part of those times with those people in that place. it goes on in my head like a repeating cycle, never being able to spread myself thin enough. eventually it ends up turning into a slideshow of people and pictures and places in my head which i was or wasn't a part of, but wished i could have been.