TheAfterWhys

We forget to remember. The details, just the little details, and eventually we forget the outline of a person we never quite managed to fill in all the way, leaving scattered bits and pieces of pigment and color across a canvas that was never finished. And. We forget how to answer. We often dont know what to say when the right question comes along, and that right moment passes us by, and we find ourselves a little farther apart instead of a little closer together. So we are left with words caught between our teeth or in the grey folds behind our eyes and we are left alone with our "What Ifs?". Until. We find some reason, or some moment, some feeling, some cataclysmic coming of events/occurrences/situations that finally let us say: This, this is what I need you to hear/say/understand. This. Just this.