The quiet nights are rather sentimental nowadays , things have changed more than I could have ever comprehended before it all happened . I know this doesn't have to do much with the art , but it's on the same line of direction . Everything fell apart and came back together , and here we are now nearing a year after It almost feels as if it never happened sometimes , like my mind reverts to the past . Those wandering moments remind me of how far I've come when I realize the present around me There's no way I'm going back I have a life of my own , one surrounded with love , joy , and friendship , and a little bit of fame ... but also care , comfort , and understanding in darker times I still feel anger , towards the amount of change . Towards people , towards things I've lost , towards myself I think I will always have some anger about it . But I'm not letting it affect my daily life , for happiness about all I have is a much better feeling The anger of the past is not worth my time anymore . Things have been said , things have been done There's nothing that will change it , nor change my mind on how I feel about it - even if I do wish to have everything back to the way it was . That feeling when you realize you will never connect with anyone else in the same way you connected with them , after you've lost them . It's a harsh reality , and one that aches .. but I can only take what I've got and keep pressing forward . For all who care about me , I keep going .
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