” Ghosts of the almosts singing chorus…you can make out the bittersweet Melody”
Excerpt from 10,000 Sleepless Nights.
Chasing the Dragon Fly.
No matter how much we want to, no matter how many hours we spend in reflection and Reminiscense that we let ourselves fall within to hide from our missed chances and lost hopes, they remain just that.
The past has a will to remain where it is, and as much as we wish to hearken to it, and bid it to follow our desperate need to reconcile the losses the years we left behind whisper to us, in the end, we can never go back.
It isn’t about what we would have done differently, or what we might do now, or even how sincere and pure and absolute we are to do that which did not before. It is instead something bittersweet in it’s truth.
No matter how beautiful and elagant , how much it calls to us as it sits upon the perfect lines of our memories we held so dear, In the end, it ends the same.
There is no catching the Dragonfly
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