it is so interesting how time passes by...like one cannot grasp it, and a moment, flows away and is gone forever... and yet, our pathetic memory tries to retrieve it, recreate it, in the attempt of re-living that beautiful moment...but cannot. it soon becomes vague, and just the slight scent is left, soon even that will vanish. how can we connect back with our past? is it possible? can we ever go back? in our dreams, perhaps. yes, in our dreams they are really suspended, up there in the sky, higher than the stars. time has no control over what we dream...because our dreams are immortal. they go on living, even after we are dead inside. they live without us, for what would they possibly need us for? they already have our past. and the future will wither away... and all we can do is beg our dreams to show us life, even though we ourselves cannot have it.