Many Moments, Lost In Time.

Ever wonder, perhaps, how people are doing?

Past the ones you see every day, or maybe even the ones you see every day.

Perhaps on a passing.

On a whim.

A hello.

A goodbye.

In pictures.

In words.

In song.

In dance.

In love.

In life.

Ever wonder how people are living their lives now? No, of course I'm not saying stalking haha, but I mean sometimes you see, hear, taste, and feel something and you wonder...

How are you?

I wonder.

I wonder if your ok.

Or if your doing well.

What's your life now?

Are you struggling?

Are you happy?

Are you sad?

I hope someone is taking care of you.

Or perhaps, your taking care of yourself.

Look at me.

Being silly.

Always living in the past.

Always afraid of whats new, of the future.

Sometimes I try to sleep and relax.

Other times I want to run away, run and run and run and never look back.

And other times I just want to lend a helping hand.

Are you doing good today?

I wonder.

Did you sleep well?

Yet at other times I just want to reminiscence.

To relive glory days of old.

To be grateful for what has made me now.

To wonder, what can I do to be a better person?

Am I better person than before?

Have I learned?

Or have I simply overlooked it?

I wonder.

Sometimes when I lay down, I imagine your there.

Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can remember...

You.

Me.

Moments.

Many, Many, Moments.

So Many Moments.

Sometimes it's all so much.

I remember what I was.

A boy who dreamed a little dream.

And now...?

Still a boy.

Who dreams a little dream.

I just want to say, this is me. This is who I am.

This is what I do.

I created this.

I am passionate.

About.

THIS.

Sometimes I wonder...

Have I made the right decisions?

Have I made the proper choices?

Did I fight for what was worth fighting?

Or am I just bluffing. Bluffing all along.

Do I make you proud?

Am I proud of what I am?

Sometimes.

But not really.

Self destruction can only lead to...

An end, is what they tell me.

Am I a good person?

Or am I just good at creating masks?

Did I really love you?

Yes.

But I didn't know how to say no.

And at this time, different situation, same result.

I don't know how to say no.

Everyone has their faults, and their strengths.

Do I really know mine?

I don't think so.

I just try to get by. I try to listen.

But I've become so very, very, bitter.

People change.

People leave.

Sometimes you see it coming, sometimes you don't know what to say.

And sometimes, you just don't want to believe it.

But I remember those moments.

Those many, many, moments.

For regardless of some, I will never say no.

They'll never understand why, and perhaps it's just best that way.

Perhaps it's just best that...I keep pushing forward.

Like I have been. Like I should be.

Are you happy with your life?

Really, I couldn't complain...that much.

It's good to know your doing well.

Everyone always realizes things until the last minute.

I know I do.

I'm sorry.

For making trivial mistakes.

Saying trivial words.

Doing trivial things.

But it's tough.

Tough understanding why your so angry.

At things you can't control.

Choices you can't change.

And people you can't see.

Such is life.

So it goes.

And there I go.

Back to my work.

My love, and labor.

I'm only a boy.

With a silly dream.

Sometimes I wonder...

Do you think about...

Of course you don't.

That would be silly to ask.

Oh silly boy...

If you only knew what type of fantasy you live in.

Maybe then.

You'd finally wake up.

From Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Mexican.