Philosophical cow dung on the life of little Ms. Imperfectly Fine.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Creeps in the stone

Sometimes, you just can't help missing the things you've lost or never gained. Feeling angry for being stupid enough to care, wishing you could just be indifferent about it. Certain songs seem to hit you so hard your heart could almost burst. To recall the simplest things about a particular moment in the past even though you know it's going to hurt. And you keep on remembering, not ready to forget.

Until one day, you wake up to find that it doesn't hurt as much anymore.

It doesn't hurt as much as you thought.