Spent and unspent

Gone are the people who rocked and rolled in the world of music two decades ago. Gone are all the Pink Floyds' Kurt Cobains' & Elvis Preisleys'.
The birds that made us dream yesterday, the fears we had of failing school tests we never prepared for, the sunrises we hated to see at the strip of dawn when the alarm clocks sang go-to-school-another-day-awaits-you, the sorrows we shared together.. the games we played and loved - the victories we pondered about for days and months; the passions we had for little things like chocolates and group appreciations; those moments are now all dead, all long gone.
Dying with our emotions, we are mortal again, mortal as we were.
She said that he said live like there's no tomorrow. - A.K

It's sad, is it not? But if you hold on tight enough, some part of it all remains with you forever. The whiff of a smile, a sliver of sadness, a trickle of love. A taste of the passion, spent and unspent- all that remains of a grand feast. All our dreams photocopied black and white. Not as good as the original, but better then nothing.

Someone said that with searching comes loss, and the presence of absence. Well said, I say.

But nothing is ever gone. Not totally. The shadows remain. Often to haunt us. Memories lurking in the dusty halls of our mind. Sometimes I wonder whether it wouldn't have been better if they just left.

Maybe then we would have peace.