is what is done, really done?
what's this about the strange phenomenon of life that
we can never ever get back what has gone by.
like as if every thing, every emotion, every experience..
has just obliterated forever.
im wondering... where does it all go?
where do life's intangibles disappear to when it is over?
sometimes we just want to dig deep into the archives of our lives
and go back to an exact moment that you wished, even just for a little while.
it's because even if you think that you can always do the
same thing again in the future, whatever it is,
it will either feel better or worse, but never ever the same.
i cant help but feel so...jealous.
maybe that's too strong of a word to use.
im frustrated with myself.
frankly, i dont even know what to feel.
things are so different now...
the mixed emotions are making me a tad light headed.
goodnight world.