Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
That heart-wrenching feeling you get when you play a scene through your head that you made up completely But the emotions that run through you are genuine and then you have to remind yourself it was only something you made up and imagined. I hate having a strong imagination sometimes.
They say that if you love someone you have to let them go. Even if it means being broken beyond repair.
But no one talks about how they were never yours to begin with.
And the question is, are you sorry because they weren’t? or because they never will be? or maybe you’re just sorry that you had…