sometimes you just have to know how their doing: the people you’ve left behind, and the people who’ve left you. if it still feels like needle pricks to know that they’re a-ok and moving on and doing great, then stop lying to yourself, you’re not over them yet. and maybe you never will. after all we never really stop loving people. we just forget. conveniently.

it’s an overkill to think of these things now, two or three years later, after all, the moment has passed you by and you are left dancing alone on a ferry boat to nowhere. the bridge has been burned to ashes and you can’t put them back together no matter how hard you wish on a million falling stars. you just have to let it be, let things be, and wait for that wonderful calm to visit you again.

find the silence that chooses what to remember, and what to cast away. then keep it. and never ever let it go.

“never is such an awfully lonely word”