You Can't Always Get What You Want, But If You Try Sometimes...

There’s a feeling.

And usually, it leaves you feeling unpleasant and hollow, but you’re too tired to feel it completely, too tired to cry, so you become numb. And you’re supposed to be busy, supposed to be working, but you can’t feel your fingers anymore and you drop your pen and close your hands into fists and force yourself to focus.

It’s not depression, because you can smile, you CAN but you don’t know if you want to just right then. So you listen to that good-feeling song and you’re forced to smile and laugh at the fact that you even felt that way for a while.

It’s only because you know something’s missing, but you know you just have to wait a little longer and everything will be okay, because you’re always just starting to live your life. The moment you stop learning something or feeling something or just living is the moment you die, but still there’s something left and that’s memories. And the more memories you leave behind means more flowers laid on your grave, more people smiling in your memory. You make them proud to say they once knew you, once talked to you; you once made them feel like themselves again. And they thank God because they knew you at a point. Amazing, isn’t it? Being missed like that.

Because you’re just human, and you feel the same as billions of others just like you. And you want to be heard because you think you’re different. And to a certain extent, I guess you are. But you’re the same because you live for the same thing.

You live for you.

Queen.