We ride past the fences that keep out what we have lost, so the fences haunt us. We forget the things that gave us so much joy, because we take these for granted. And years go by like strangers we never got to know. To think that somehow, it can all come together, as if destiny cast you the part you were playing, all along. As in the flickering of the last candle before dawn, we can exhale the hope, so do our senses remind us that we are alive for some purpose even our deepest love cannot hold. And then we feel some things were promised us. But for all that is broken with the world, and all the missed chances that will never come again, the feeling: we might be right.
