The passage of time flies, the young grow old, and the old pass away. What could have been, is not.
Tears fall, laughter is hollow. We miss times past, but we can't go back, It will never be the same.
Memories fade, pictures turn yellow with age, and are soon forgotten.
The dreams that were once pleasent, are no more. They are replaced by the horrors of the mind's eye. The day is coming, and soon it will be too late. Old friendships die, new friendships are born.
IF THEY ONLY KNEW...
Tears fall, laughter is hollow. We miss times past, but we can't go back, It will never be the same.
Memories fade, pictures turn yellow with age, and are soon forgotten.
The dreams that were once pleasent, are no more. They are replaced by the horrors of the mind's eye. The day is coming, and soon it will be too late. Old friendships die, new friendships are born.
IF THEY ONLY KNEW...
posted by Aielunknown at 10:12 AM
3 Comments:
Hey, Brad.
There are really terrific. What inspired them?
Whoops. I meant to write 'they are' =p Sorry.
Dude I love these, its like a dark mental serial. The type you enjoy, but not while eating. Or, not while eating them (the cerial). You enjoy them around a fire, packed around the old tube radio. And you may or may not be eating. But considering these are so good, even if there was food on this hypothetical table, I don't think anyone would be eating it Brad. Its that good. The serial, not the food. Which might also be good, but your missing the point...
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