It’s frightening, isn’t it? You blink and years have dissipated into the air; a person becomes a ghost, a place now only a memory, an emotion so strong you could feel the flames within your soul— only a wisp of smoke you desperately cling to. We’ve all tried to defy it, to run from that dreadful knowledge that our time here is so limited. We visit old lovers in our dreams, listen to songs and let ourselves imagine where we were the first time we heard them, revisit old schools and homes searching for a ghost lurking in the doorways or windows— anything to try and push against the current that carries us downstream at an alarming rate. But nostalgia does not fill the void in our hearts, it only deepens it. Time does not stop; it is a river that flows eternally, and if you try to fight it, you will only drown.
- A Feeling All Too Familiar (via vnwritten)