We miss the moments because were distracted. Distracted by the one person we search for in a crowd, fearing theyre there, even when theyre hours and states and other impossibilities away. By the someone who is always on our minds when were writing or creating or choosing or riding the train or falling asleep - and we behave as though they are with us, and narrate our lives by what theyd say and feel and think if they were with us, though we know wed never know that.
Posted on: Thu, 08 May 2014 16:39:59 +0000