once in a while

3.22AM, whispering voices fill the hallway, sounds of masked sadness glimmer through the corridors.  each hour is a turn of a page, a page from a book that makes us whole.  it’s hard to leave the past, not that the past will haunt you, but will guide you towards understanding yourself better.  it is not time that matures us, but the pains that continue to hurt us.  nothing lasts forever, the biggest things in life can turn around and hit you and make you realize how unimportant they are.  the things we regret, will always be our recurring memories.  maybe the people in our memories don’t know how much they have affected us, how much they hurt us.  it’s hard you know.  for them to have so much impact on you and you just being a slither of history in their lives that they will soon forget.  we strive to be built on love, but time chases us and hits us back into our face.  we will never know how much we mean to someone, their actions and words linger only in their movements which we will never be able to translate.  but, once in a while, the secret spills and your heart gets warm and giddy.  then you know that we can be built on love, and just on love only.

you don’t know what you lost until you don’t have it, you don’t know what you had until you don’t have it.

you lost me

you don’t know what you lost until you don’t have it, you don’t know what you had until you don’t have it.

you don’t know what you are missing until it happens.  you don’t know how much you regret until it’s over.

when you focus on one thing, you forget about the things happening around you.  you can never be fixed on one person, because when that person goes, you suddenly realize all the other relationships you could have had.  but once that person goes, other people come, but sometimes, it is too late.

it takes time to come out of your nutshell, sometimes you are so trapped that you don’t even realise you are trapped.  you can go around, pretending everything is ok, but you are just tricking yourself.  so when you look around, you realise how much you missed.

Words: Lauren Engel
Model: Rhyme
Photographer: Marcus Solomon