one of those things is something i'll never have, and one of them is something i'll never lose. then there are shitty memories. i take those shitty memories in pictures, not to look at, but to make the moments last forever. isn't it perfectly wonderful to know that something will last forever? that a moment you held in your hand will never leave? that, no matter how beautiful or melancholy it was, you've made it infinite?
i could take ten-thousand pictures, if i had ten-thousand moments and 400 rolls of film, and i would never look at a single one. that would take away from the memories. that would make it less real, and more of a still image. there's a mystery to things that i just can't comprehend, sometimes, but then i think back and realize that i know everything i need to. we are all we've got. we are the lovers. we are the last of our kind, so link your arms, and keep your chin up, and i swear that we'll be fine.
I wonder if these are lyrics to a song.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm a bit suprised to find out that you believe that there are things in the world that last forever.
they aren't. and there are. its called what we do in our lives for other people. no matter how insignificant you are, if you love other people you will be remembered for it. and that's all that matters
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