I live for little moments like these, the ones that really matter even though they seem of so little significance. The moments we always miss for the sake of something so obstructively near, that brusquely declares itself the only reason our lives will mean anything.
It may seem that small, joyous moments of pre-adulthood are born of ignorant foolishness, but really I think they're the last hints of true happiness we will ever have a chance to hold. I have a feeling they'll be the moments I'll treasure most, once I've moved on into the next place.
It may seem that small, joyous moments of pre-adulthood are born of ignorant foolishness, but really I think they're the last hints of true happiness we will ever have a chance to hold. I have a feeling they'll be the moments I'll treasure most, once I've moved on into the next place.
