Oh, memories...

[greenstorm]

Ignore the visuals, it's just the song.

Some of those early memories are thin now with time and handling and so so much life since then. Still, how very deeply some days and nights are knit into myself. I can almost see them ambered with age and smell that dusty bottom-of-a-drawer smell when I look past all the flash and brightness of the last few years.

I had not thought I would ever feel the slightest regret.

Experiences can never be repeated.

We only go on through unique scenario after unique scenario, and the past is forever lost to us. We can only have one moment at a time, really we can only have now, though memory and anticipation ghost future and past if we sufficiently surrender our nows to them -- so many ghosts clamouring for so few nows.