contemplations of the past
...sometimes you mourned the loss of something that was never truly lost – either because it was never yours to lose in the first place, or because you imagined a loss where there was none, a tragedy in replacement of pressing, grim reality. In reality, you were so constantly worried over its loss, checking nearly every second to see if it was there, panicking for a moment if you couldn’t feel it... so often that you wished it would be lost, just to prove that your paranoia had a just cause.
- The Last Voice, hd_worldcup
