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Nostalgia of Yearning |
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We hear a song that reminds us of late nights... a similar feeling is empathized with. Confusion, pain, but more prevalant... fear. Fear of the unknown.
We remember and watch ourselves listening to that song. We remember our thoughts. We remember the pace of our breaths.
In this drunken haze, we are pinned with the memory... bright lights in a dark room making the universe surreal.
Back to those late nights of yearning. Such a silly concept, we conclude. It holds so much emotion, though doesn't it.
What is the purpose of things. What is the purpose of those nights, spent in bitter solitude.
What is the purpose of watching ourself in this drunken state.
To learn? Or to not forget, that there was a time when we had faith.
Faith. Happier times, perhaps. But not when we empathize. They were not happy. But there was faith.
Now, the word makes us teary. In unison we look away. What is faith?
Don't forget the beautiful things, we tell each other. Don't forget that there are worlds outside of that dark room on that dark night.
But this song only reminds us of one thing. A stranger in a stranger universe, afraid of the worst, and afraid to hope in the best.
Silence now... silence now. Those times are gone. Rest, limbo is over. That time is concluded. |
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