Sometimes I think about all the missed conversations. The hushed whispers between friends, booming laughter that echoed down a forlorn and now-forgotten corridor. I think of every thing I could have heard, but I did not. Beautiful music that once floated through the dark streets of the city, dissolved into the air, never to be heard again. Verses of poems, exchanged, but never written down; quick sketches on paper easily dismissed; ideas that vanished as fleetingly as shooting stars. I miss all that I have never experienced, and my heart aches for it all.

4AM thoughts (via lehmony)