the good times we lost!

Its amazing, what journeys we traverse, in search of the everlasting happiness. The people we meet, the struggles we go through and the facades we put up. When you look back, after a few eons, when the pain has passed through, there is nothing but a content and sweet grief at the good times we lost.

The good times that went away, the friendships which didn't survive, and the memories which didn't remain forever. We sigh, we grieve for the lost childhoods, and the sensibilities required out of adulthood. Wonder why the good things never last.

Every new city has a new lesson. Most of all it teaches you how to deal with your loneliness, how to walk alone on the street, with nothing but memories.
It has been kind of confusing, not knowing my standing. I look around, and I see myself wanting to be a hundred different people all at once. But greater than that is the feeling of emptiness slowly creeping up. It is like when you know what you want and stand for, yet you cannot explain.
It is like you are saying something different, but it is heard differently. This is just one of the puzzles, needed to be figured out. If we take chances, we do have our brief periods of indecision. This is one of that. Hopefully I will figure this out too. Hopefully all will be well.

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