"we are motionless"

Missing you

I don't have many regrets in life. Or at least, I try my best not to have any. After all, every little incident makes us into who we are today.

This doesn't mean, however, that I don't think about the past. It happens every now and then. When I lie on my bed and stare at my ceiling. Scenes delicately extracted from my memories unfold before my eyes. Like a movie we often wonder how things would have gone if we were given a second chance. Whether we could rectify our mistakes and, for once, actually make things work.

Of course, all this is meaningless speculation. The past is the past and while we long for certain things we cannot walk backwards.

Nonetheless I still I miss him. I miss us.

No.

What I really miss is the what we could have been. What we should have been and what we weren't.

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18 October 2010 2:20:00 PM


"this time is ours"
"Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird," said May Kasahara. "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things."



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