There Will Be Fireworks -
The Dark, Dark Bright
The process of growing up is a complex, knotty one. It varies for everyone, but largely we as people are united in the ruing of how our youth escapes from us before we've had a chance to really become acquainted. Moments don't become moments until we reflect upon them with those rose-tinted glasses, fond memories get pushed out in favour of our new-found anxieties, our perception of time alters drastically and months can flash by without stopping for breath or to watch the setting sun. We'd do anything to preserve our time, in a jar that we can dip into as and when we please, but the inescapable truth is that our time is ultimately finite.