That sucky sinking feeling.
The clock is ticking and yet we are still playing.
The only constant.
"Can we live without death?
Can we love without hate?
Can we want without need?
Do we ever really live our lives enough to appreciate that we can never truly grasp one without the other?
That a concept has no meaning without an opposing force."
Can we love without hate?
Can we want without need?
Do we ever really live our lives enough to appreciate that we can never truly grasp one without the other?
That a concept has no meaning without an opposing force."
Motionless In White
We are constantly fighting to move on with our lives, to continue towards our future, while simultaneously fighting to let go of the past. Because the present is constantly becoming the past, it is a constant fight to push forward. Stand still in a moment for even a second and you will find yourself in the past.
Such a beautiful, longing sadness.
The quest for mystery will evidently lead to misery.
My secrets are burning a hole through my heart,
And my bones catch a fever.
When it cuts you up this deep
It’s hard to find a way to breathe.
Break the Silence- The Dig
