When we're young~

And sometimes people just forget about the things that make them happy or regretful. Sometimes nothing matters like it used to do, and then it’s time to cry or commit suicide. But sometimes people fall in love and then the tragedy multiplies itself. The dearest dies and there’s a reason to live and a reason to die, and the both of them are truths that hurt. Maybe nothing is supposed to happen. Perhaps there’s no one planning lives and circumstances and fortune. Then it would be just us, in this point of the time, sacrificing ourselves in order to get at least one unchangeable truth. And then it just doesn’t matter anyway because the pain and the sorrow are too much and we get lost and discover that there’s really nothing worth of a whole life. But we know that after it’s really late and there’s nothing else we can do but remember and replaying the things that we think we did and said and thought. Who knows what we really have or if we seriously are something valuable. What’s the point about thinking? We can say wise stuff, but it doesn’t stop or alters the universe. Not really, not ever.

Who knows if we’re a shame or just a joke. Who knows if we’re going to get any real answers somewhere along the road. Who knows if there’s a real end or a beggining. We just do what we do and say what we think. And nothing remains the same, nothing repeats itself twice and nothing is left at the end. For us it’s all about our pathetic wishes. As for the truth… who knows if those are really ours.