Everyday there are moments in time which freeze. They become cold dead black and white memories laid upon a platter for our minds to feast. These moments, as they occur, are so bright and wonderful; and whilst living them they seem so natural. You don't realize it as it's happening that the world has stopped around you; and you don't realize that you're adding scraps to what will eventually become your dreadful feast.
As I think back I begin to devour upon the depressing feast that was once us, and I believe that those moments frozen in time are going to be the best moments in my life. What I thought to be nothing, what I knew would come to an eventual end, and what I cherished so deeply for what seemed to be years has plagued me to this very day.
I have attempted to hold someone else, to love someone else, to take in that wonderful scent that I could fervently breath in, to cuddle with other much like I once did you. I have made other moments freeze in time, and I have stopped the world with others; but no matter how hard I try, how hard I fight, how hard I believe it's over in the end it always goes back to you. It always goes back to you, and I always return to that abysmal platter we spent so much time building upon.
They plague my dreams, my thoughts, and every fiber of my being. Moments with you, moments with me, and moments of us. We built so many moments. As I reminisce on those moments those feelings we once intimately shared flood this very brain of mine. It was supposed to be mere child's play, and instead it became. Memories.
As I think back I begin to devour upon the depressing feast that was once us, and I believe that those moments frozen in time are going to be the best moments in my life. What I thought to be nothing, what I knew would come to an eventual end, and what I cherished so deeply for what seemed to be years has plagued me to this very day.
I have attempted to hold someone else, to love someone else, to take in that wonderful scent that I could fervently breath in, to cuddle with other much like I once did you. I have made other moments freeze in time, and I have stopped the world with others; but no matter how hard I try, how hard I fight, how hard I believe it's over in the end it always goes back to you. It always goes back to you, and I always return to that abysmal platter we spent so much time building upon.
They plague my dreams, my thoughts, and every fiber of my being. Moments with you, moments with me, and moments of us. We built so many moments. As I reminisce on those moments those feelings we once intimately shared flood this very brain of mine. It was supposed to be mere child's play, and instead it became. Memories.
