“It’s as though you’re suddenly being overwhelmed with the full weight of how many possibilities really exist at the very beginning of our evenings, and it seems like a crime to allow them to all go untested. It’s almost a small voice in the back of your head which warns you against wasting your time when you could be doing something great.
It is undeniably a feeling of running. You feel like you’re chasing after something and you’re almost positive you’ll never actually catch it, but you don’t want to be stuck at home when all the prizes are being handed out.”
- Chelsea Fagan, When You’re Afraid Of Being Alone
you’re driving me away, you do it everyday,
you don’t know it, but it hurts like hell.
We scratch, our eternal itch, a twentieth century bitch.
The things that hit us the hardest aren’t the ones that happen suddenly and come as a surprise.
They are the things that we can see in the distance, appearing closer and surer with each step we take. They are the things we know will come to pass sooner or later, the things we naively swear will never happen, the things we try avoiding, hoping that we can somehow outsmart the course.
But, the course is the course, and with all of our trying, we still end up dying.
I knew resignation was inevitable, I just didn’t know it would be needed of me so soon.
To dust, as everything must, we fade away in time.
We’re just ordinary people, you and me; time will turn us into statues eventually.