Facing Reality?

Do we all get to a point where we don't move forward, but instead float between past and presant...
Thinking of what we had and lost
And at the same time just going through the motions of existance
Hoping to get it back...
Grasping in the dark corners of our memories to something that is no longer there...
Sitting in our solitude...
Crying alone
Secretly hoping someone will see...
Pretending that it's only temporery
Whatever it is
And sooner or later this will have only been a dream