Missing YouMissing You4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Cause if one day you wake up
and find that you're missing me..."
Words fade away and some stand clearly, only to be lost again in the never-ending storm of worries, thoughts, dreams, aspirations, plans... how has it come to this in such a short time? We've been walking this path for so long, but no matter when we turn back to look, the distance grows and grows. A few steps, a few miles, it doesn't make a difference, each moment brings changes, some that will remain and scar the pitted road to come.
I miss the road I once walked, I miss the child I wish to remain. The world never waits for anyone, and if you rest awhile on your path, the path will move along for you. Never stopping, never wishing for a short dance across the timestream, there's always more stars in the sky to reach for than ever before.
Those around us, those that we found as friends become much more and much less as the path narrows and those who walked together may walk further away. Parallel paths, never cros
It seems enough because it is.Same always seems different and different's never the same anymore.It seems enough because it is.5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Why can't I go back to those days, those faraway days, when worries were little and every new thing we learned about the outside world was magical?
Why has the world lost that spark that it once had, why does it seem a lot bigger and yet a lot smaller? I'm not so far from my childhood days to have forgotten the wonder that the stars held, but I'm far enough to the point that the sky seems just a little bit out of my reach.
Back when the stars were just little dots in the skies, little diamonds that you could reach by jumping or running or just lying back and gazing at them until they twirled on their own into your eyes.
Back when the wind was more than a whisper that followed you home on the long journey, back when everything in the world held a sort of mystic power over the mind as possibilities were infinite and always would be and the world was a place of adventure enclosed in the tiny microcosm of the school playgr