this feeling you get is just so strange.
have you ever seen those motivational posters that have photos of streams gently rippling in the middle of some forest?
like a twig that had gotten stuck in the mud while the water rushes past.
it's like everyone has moved on with their lives, while one remains, stuck in the past, hoping for time to stop.
but time stops for no one, don't you understand?
however much you prefer to leave in self denial, you too, know that it isn't possible to relive the past.
so you don't you just accept the past as history, and live out your present?
your present not in black and white, but in its full coloured glory, as it should be.
so why don't you, don't you?
accept the fact that others' life are still going to go on, whether you like it or not.
in a crowd. look. where are you? where are you? why have you gone without me? or maybe you haven't been here in the first place. maybe it has always been that way.
it isn't you, it's me.
stop.
struggle.
panic.
scream.
