thoughts on life or whatever
|What is life but a series of dreams? Chasing towards some sort of unknown. I'm eight and I'm running, running, past the others. I'm there, no longer here but there. now.
I feel the weight of time in my memories. But length has no parallel to its weight. A chance conversation with stranger can feel like a boulder while a 7 month relationship can feel like a weather.
Don't try to grab the moments falling away. Enjoy the feeling as they flow through your fingers. They are impossible to catch.