we're just shaddows of our former selves. we dream of what we used to be, of what we dreamt we would become when we would stop dreaming. but some of us never did become anything but shadows. and others became memories and regrets. we mourn our lack of spunk, and we ignore our apathy. we embrace silence and quiet ourselves instead of.. just. bursting. screaming. laughing. and waking the fuck. up!