waiting for the new era

or, ''the end of an era''. that is a much nicer title. there's something magical about it. like an old antique standing under candle light.
it is as if one is constantly longing for ''the end of an era'' and the beginning of
something completely new and exciting.
but then again, the same old lust for the past remains.
one can never be too fed up with memories.
the battle between the known and the unknown.
never satisfied with what you already have in your hands, before your eyes.
the present gets better only as it passes on to the past.
why is that?
no more answers to that please, i think i have found them all.
and every time the familiar thirst for what has been and is no more returns,
no possible answer can quench it.
''you dunno what you got till it's gone''.
it's as if feelings go through a process.
feelings only get better when Time, the magic ingredient, is added to the bowl.
but is that a real and an honest process?
or is it just misleading? are feelings being misled by Time?
do they just get better because the mind only recollects the good parts of what once was?
answers again, in the form of questions.
the fact doesn't change though. no matter how well you can explain it.
that's how it goes with all things.
analyzing is never good enough. never gives closure.
hmmm...closure. the end of an era. there it is again.
funny.
the present finds her always unhappy.
the past, though unhappy at times, is still much more delicious.
gather up your pieces doll. put them in that precious box of yours,
and consider yourself a ''somebody'' because of them.
that's the way aha aha.
that's the only way to get the impression of having an identity.
yeah right.
poor little mice-people. poor little ''she''.
always so unhappy. always so ''i wish i could go back''
she will be old before she knows it. and then everything will be over.
because it's soooo important to be young and beautiful. it's an essential part of the whole ID.
too bad.
i have a good question for her:
what are those things, that she has in her life in the here and now, that she wont notice
until they move to the past? until she has them no more?
every time, same thing.
''i miss this, i miss that''. always about missing. always about not having.
and then, always thinking about past times, about faces she loved, that are no longer
a part of her everyday life.
a clue.
good.
carry on from here.