Filing this under 'Memory' thought there's nothing specific to link it to.
It's more a reflection on just how utterly I can identify with Ackles here. There's something incredibly poignant and bittersweet and beautiful about spending only a fleeting moment with someone. For just one night you pretend that things could be magical and different.
Then the sun comes up, and the dream is over. So you get dressed and make breakfast with this stranger you'll never see again, savoring the last fading memories as you make small-talk and try to act casual.
It's not sad, exactly. You know you'll never feel it again, so you try to memorize it. To imagine it growing and lasting forever. Then he reminds you of the time.
It's a travesty that there are no comments here, so maybe posting something will help draw eyes. This is a brilliant little song about transient love and the sweetness of a moment in the woods.
Filing this under 'Memory' thought there's nothing specific to link it to.
It's more a reflection on just how utterly I can identify with Ackles here. There's something incredibly poignant and bittersweet and beautiful about spending only a fleeting moment with someone. For just one night you pretend that things could be magical and different.
Then the sun comes up, and the dream is over. So you get dressed and make breakfast with this stranger you'll never see again, savoring the last fading memories as you make small-talk and try to act casual.
It's not sad, exactly. You know you'll never feel it again, so you try to memorize it. To imagine it growing and lasting forever. Then he reminds you of the time.
It's a travesty that there are no comments here, so maybe posting something will help draw eyes. This is a brilliant little song about transient love and the sweetness of a moment in the woods.