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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room |
Wednesday, November 17, 2010, 2:35 PM
The music floats in and suddenly it's like i'm Sinatra with you waiting round the bend with our huckleberry friend. There's so much to be doing when this is all over, an entire lifetime it seems of things to do, worlds we need to see, people we need to talk to, roles we have to play, there's no brochure in this world big enough to fit all that. I'd like to write a draft of everything and mail it to the office of the lonely planet publishers just so they'd print a copy of 'Exploring Freedom with Andrew and-' But then again, that's just me, and us is a concept not exactly in its perfect stages. We all need some sort of obsession, something to occupy ourselves with when the time comes. Offers being thrown before me on gold-rimmed plates with honey drizzled on the top. It's almost painfully arduous to resist jumping head first into it all without a second thought. But repercussions. Repercussions make this world go round. There could be a thousand and one things you did and didn't do and that would have made all the damn difference to you when you look back through the looking glass at the rest-stop of your race. Some things just don't apply anymore. I'm not a great magician though maybe i used to be, back when the world was simpler and time was not an imaginary friend, but looking at you seems to transport that magic back into a part of me i thought i'd lost. I've been looking for myself all this while and then you find me. You found me. |
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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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One day when i wake up and find the motive and time to link anybody, i'll let you know. backtoyesterday
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