twin in the city

twin in the city

Saturday, November 10, 2012

when words speak to you.

Yet you still value the things you've lost the most. Because the things you've lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating.

                                                       Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.


Marie said...

Perfect post. Really, i mean it :)

Quinn said...

Maybe we only look back at the things that really were precious. The rest drift from us with time.