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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room |
Sunday, October 10, 2010, 9:28 PM
Karma. In case you're not sure what that is, you're about to feel it. Have fun. It's Sunday, tomorrow's a Monday, the beginning of the last week of the greatest two years; gone by like a sneeze. Too fast to have appreciated enough of, too slow to feel the joy of it passing. Literally seems like yesterday that i walked through those blue gates, and now we leave, on our own to the shark pool. What a way to go, with all the lights and cameras surrounding our feet, lenses fixed on our faces, mics pushed under our lips. Desperate, aren't you? For us to spill. You've always called us arrogant, raucous, boisterous, hooligans. Fine. We're taking your advice and shutting up. After this, we're all going to split away into a thousand different directions, like a drop of ink into the ocean. The sound of a gun spitting hate at a distant pheasant, its feathers plucking themselves off its body and floating gracefully away wherever the wind takes them. Wherever the wind takes us. But we live on in each other. Stop. Smile. Flashes so the camera can see. We held hands and ran, promising never to look back, now here we are, almost at the end of the road, the loom of another journey. 4 clear directions but a hundred unclear paths leading to it. What now? Who now? Do we move on to some whole new world of our own? Memories of each other slowly fading like the crinkles in a leaf clasped in the eternal grasp of a heavy book? Soon smooth. What then? Pinky promises, someone told me a long time ago that they're more powerful than i think. I'll hold you to that, babe. I will. |
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Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.Andrew. Music. Food. People. What more could you possibly want? |
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