Chasing a feeling that will never be there, holding on to a dream that has faded away
Nostalgia vs reality
Conflict of a strange duality
If the self were represented as two opposing halves, I’d rather they not be so diametrically opposed, but rather heading towards some sort of alignment or synchronization
It’s not turmoil but more of a resistance I believe I was experiencing. Resistance to accept the present. Resistance to change. But change we
Must before we turn to dust
