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bebong2005 56F

12258 posts
1/8/2009 7:55 pm

whatever that doesn't mean

Memories stay forever the same. The past is an old dopey smile, photographed for the sake of the eternal (forever is such an overused concept) .
. And the future never happens.

And let's face it; we all take the present for granted. All the beautiful SHT at our feet is kicked aside to see the rest of everything. The imagination is never. And maybe there are too many words, or the wrong ones, and maybe this is about love, or self pity in drag (oh, how we love to dress our problems in sequined cocktail dresses and high heels) .
, but all I know is that you're in too deep wherever you are.

In five years, you'll hate that song. Or maybe you won't even remember the words, just the horror-movie-music-box-love-you-forever of the chorus. But you'll still hear the voice in that chorus, sometimes with a smile, and sometimes silently you'll cry and wonder out loud “Where has the time gone?"

And then you'll scream and jump off some cliff .
and forget to laugh forever after. Or maybe you'll dance in the proverbial rain, whatever that doesn't mean .
. Or maybe you'll be so paralyzed by all you never knew you (didn't) miss, you'll run until all that's left of you is endless footprints.

Or maybe you'll pick up that old guitar you always knew you secretly hated for showing you exactly where your fault lines were. Maybe you'll pick it up and let the alphabet soup in your brain make something bigger than you and me.

Or (such things you could make yourself, in this dream catcher world)
you'll go up to what you've 'known' forever and realize that you've been fooling yourself, that you've been forever human and you never knew what it was.

Maybe it'll stay, and you'll gain what you thought you lost (and knew you never really had) in some elementary school lost-and-found.

Or maybe, tomorrow, you'll look at yourself, and you'll be the same stained-glass stranger you've always been, and you were awake and dreaming.

Or maybe you'll do as I have(I humour myself to think that I'm not the only one), and fill old graph paper with words (to each what they think is their own).

But when the stars fall at your feet, all there will be will be the forever-overused memories, your delusions of pain and grandeur. And there's nothing a world can't do, Whatever the voice in that music-box chorus doesn't mean.

~ Jolielaide

bebong2005 56F

9764 posts
1/8/2009 11:31 pm

i'm in a manic mode
and pretty much a mess

~ Jolielaide

bebong2005 56F

9764 posts
1/8/2009 11:34 pm

help!!!

~ Jolielaide

jane82 110F

1/9/2009 1:33 pm

bebong2005

cool.

Help is at hand but I doubt I'm much help.

within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.

jane82 110F

1/9/2009 1:38 pm

What would you like help with?

Except when it comes to D cause I definitely can't offer suggestions in this department.

within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.

bebong2005 56F

9764 posts
1/9/2009 2:36 pm

jane82

sleep among so many other things jane

~ Jolielaide

bebong2005 56F

9764 posts
1/9/2009 2:38 pm

jane82

there is nothing wrong with D. that viagra couldn't fix

it's something else
i need brain transplant i guess
but so far, no donor in sight

applicants, feel free to sign in here

~ Jolielaide

venusangel 69F