Some things in life ask to be held gently.
They don’t make demands. They don’t carry weight.
But they matter – and they can break.
A voice you expected to keep hearing.
A future that you expected to last forever.
The quiet thread between two people
who understood each other once.
We carry these things without thinking,
until something shifts – a crack, a silence, a feeling that doesn’t land the way it used to.
You can’t protect what’s delicate by holding on harder.
You have to learn how to carry it –
with care, with presence, without forcing it to stay the same.
Not everything is meant to last forever.
But that doesn’t make it any less real.
It was made of something fine.
And for a while,
it was in your hand.
Of course this song was actually about Frakenstein.
(Just enjoy the show)