the echoes of who we use to be

i come here to sit and think. i hear the echoes of our screams, our laughter, and our tears. i close my eyes and i see, vividly, what my world use to be. i see the best of what we use to be. an unusual cast of characters that life couldnt rip apart. and then one day, one uncertainty changed all of it. i stopped recognizing faces. i come here and relive the glory days. where our world was us and nothing else. nothing was going to take that away, or so we thought. one day i realized we were wrong. what we had was interrupted and now its gone. i dont want to go back because we were more naive then, but i want us back. i want us to be us again. the echoes of who we use to be haunt me while im awake and vanish in my sleeping. sometimes i sleep in so i dont hear it. take the bad with the good and learn from it. thats what were suppose to do with this. but the past is jeopardizing my present sanity. if only the echoes would become silent memories everything would be as it should be.