"And their memory is like a train. You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away. How do you move in a world of fog" Turned to shit? Turned to things they would never want. It's a world of fog. I'm so nostalgic for the moments I have never lived. Fast forward and it's fucking over. I'm reminiscent of the times I have never seen. As it pulls away into the fog, the line is fucking drawn.
