I'm listening to: Yellowcard - Firewater

Haha, oh look, it's exactly 12.51.

This has been one of my favourite songs for about half a decade, and I doubt it'll ever get old. I'm still grateful to the person who sent me this song, and many other great ones. I don't think I could forget you, and I don't want to.

It's something I'd decided quite a long time back; that you can't really miss a person. People are changing all the time and it's amazing what even a couple of days can do, so the person you used to know has inevitably perished, in a metaphysical sense. That guy whose name I can't remember (I'm quite embarrassed) said you never step in the same river twice; and likewise, you never meet the same person twice.

I think what people really miss when they reminisce about the past is the state of things at a certain point in time. Artfully balanced dynamics at an opportune moment, like a heavily luxuriant blossom in spring, lasts only for the season. To preserve it artificially in its entirety defeats the very nature of its being, though it does lend to fossilizing in the crevasses of memory and leaving such minimal traces. 'To have and to hold' never quite stays the same.

All this, sadly, suggests that longing may be a lot less personal. And I'm hoping it doesn't simply come across as plain cynicism because I hadn't the intent.




You sat me down beside myself
To show me all the reasons I was wrong for you
Was this for real? It's hard to tell
'Cause it was such a beautiful mess we had got into