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We were young back then,
A time we wish could stay,
All our heartache then
Would simply float away.
Our smiles in still shots
Only the best of times to last
Faded indications
Of things now gone and past.
We want those years back
When all we had was taking it slow
And not have to know
Where we're going.
Now we're all grown up,
We've thrown the childish things away -
Thrown away.
Though the overcast, briny
Dark clouds after day,
We need to live right now,
Not just someday.
Can we go, back
To where we've been?
can we go back
To how we were, back then?
We were so free
We are so free
We - need - to be free
Can we be free?
You never can go back. It's
You never can go back. It's sad. Even in most cases you can never recreate those times. It's a bizarre thing, you only get to be that person, in that one place, for one moment, usually too briefly. Perhaps I could spit out some cliché about moving ahead and making the future better, but even in my head it sounds false.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
True.
The past doesn't really exist, and neither does the future. We only have the present. Each moment is an eternity, and death is impossible.
And perhaps you could, but I appreciate that you knew what I meant, where I was going with this, far better than any sort of cliche. =) I hope you're doing well, darling.
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Wishing you productivity and prolificness.
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