A life wasted in looking for what is just beyond reach......tragedy being it is always just beyond reach. A tanatalising flame that dances just enough within frame of vision to seem attainable, but the close one moves to it, the more it eludes....and all that is left is a soul squeezed dry.
Warning: Completely self absorbed post
As I'm sitting here contemplating on the state of affairs (literally) in my life, soft, pleasing to the ear music in the background, I find myself typing..letting thoughts flow freely. There's just been way too much that has happened over the past week for me to ingest, for my recently uneventful life to handle. How does one know that they've moved on? Does it mean to be able to look a once loved deeply person in the eye and not feel even a momentary pang of longing? Does it mean to be able to spend time with them and not think of how intimately one has known every part of them, every gesture of theirs, every tone of their voice? Or does it mean assimilating all of this and more, making all this , all of them a part of who we become, carrying remnants of them with us for the rest of our lives? How often does a Ross and Rachel kind of situation happen? Is it possible to just know...just because..that you're never going to be over...that whatever comes along in life is on...
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btw i might be quoting Shelley wrong
I'm supposed to be an adult and I'm still yet to figure that one out.
Yet as time goes by, all these images tend to dissolve and all we are left with is the people, who are no different from what they were or what they will be!
So as young girls get their hearts broken, men and women suffer over the choices they've made, young kids full of hope, full of fear, full of love and courage grow up stealthily in their sleep!