Life is a short and strange experience. Taking a step back makes all its problems seem simpler. Not more escapable, just simpler. There’s very little that’s new in the world. People’s desires, their demons, their pasts have all been lived before. It makes horrors seem insignificant. It makes joys more universal. It makes people feel small if they think about it. Distances seem longer, relations seem more insincere, but that’s ok. We get caught up in our little worlds and forget about anything else. This too, is ok. It’s always those who remember strictly and long with the nightmares. We forget in order to move on, hoping that nothing reaches deep. An arms length away is close enough, right? It’s ok to lie if it makes everyone more comfortable, right? It’s easier just to laugh along and pretend like it never happened, because time should have taken care of all that by now.

I’ll tell you I don’t remember details. I’ll tell you the small things never stick with me, but maybe it’s only because I’ve been trying to forget something bigger for so long.

They said I was just jaded, but I don’t think that’s true. We go farther because there is such a thing as hope, and there is such as thing as honesty. I go farther because someday I want to let someone else know that those two aren’t another lie, like what everyone else has been mocking them with. I’ll show them, in some desperate, little way, that it’s not another twisted joke.

Don’t cry, because it’s hard, but from day one we were meant to get through this. So call me an idealist, because that’s what I hold on to.