and now i just know where i stand

Just.. the abundance of feelings. The conversations. They were more than words but I didn't know how to express them. I kept up until I felt that i couldn't anymore. I could see them ahead of me, I could hear them but never felt like I could grasp them. The distance simply became too far and I eventually found myself with the echoes of my own thoughts once again. How does it happen so quick? I am the age i am and I don't know why that is. Time tables suggest its been x number of years but it sure doesnt feel that way. We had these dreams and ideals of what we thought it would be; life with or without this or that. It was wishful thinking, or failed projections or something but it sure as hell wasn't ideal. The silence just foreshadowed what was to come. It was done and oh we dreamed of life but.. it was just that.