Where The Light Is

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fences

this is the deep and dying breath

give my gun away when it's loaded

the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you

because this road is all you'll ever have

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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room	Friday, December 31, 2010, 10:56 AM As the years go by, it's inevitable for anyone to feel some sort of nostalgia, a sense of regret that some things happened and relief at the same time that they did. Every little mistake along whatever hedonistic and individualistic aim we all pursue has two sides to it. Sure I've lost some old friends along the way, lost some good times and lost a part of myself I once used to take on the world, a shield on the inside I could always rely on to get me through the day. But things change, skins shed and shields fall, new ones form in entirely different templates, you think differently, react differently, grow some balls you never thought you had, say the things you never thought would say. Sure, it's part and parcel of growing up, but it's always when you're somewhere along the middle of the road that you look back and wonder how you got there in the first place and what things would be like if you had taken another path, slipped down another side-road, climbed up another ladder instead. Feeling glad perhaps that everything is as the way it is now but uncertain at the same time, thinking maybe this isn't what the 13-year-old me would have wanted. Ignorance is bliss but it's also the same indifference that quakes the foundation of continuity, you'll spend your whole life stuck in a limbo if you feed off nonchalance. To move on, to know just where courage will get you, you'd need to brave the unknown, eyes closed and heart beating like a clock. New perceptions and new philosophies unearth new grounds for comparison. Old ones thrown aside like a wet sock; useless and worthless. Thought a more calmer notion than before, a wider and more intelligent overview of the grand scheme of things without a moment's hesitation. Rebels calmed into pacifists but not silenced into conformists. You can put a mask and a chain over the destruction but you can never destroy the bohemian within. In that sense, I'm really just the same boy I was a decade ago when all I wanted was to make people smile and laugh. It's always been my one and only goal in life and I guess that is something that's never going to change. Sure, these days I write differently, think differently, feel more intelligent towards things unknown. It's a scary world out there but at some point we all face that breaking point, the definitive moment where you just know this is the right place for you and for someone else to be, cutting out the noise of the world like the edge of a packaging; The contents within spilling out like beans. There's a love in the air that transcends all that we know (or have known) of ourselves that tends to come only at this time of year. I'm glad for what happened and for what didn't happen. The differences that have been made were caused by the very nature of fate itself, the push and pull of our own circumstance in the midst of each other. Paths cross and tangle but also stray further than the opposite poles of the earth. I can't remember what I resolved to do last year nor the year before, probably (hopefully) because they've already been accomplished. This year? I can only wish and hope that everything I do becomes everything I want it to and that I keep who I am now, for at least as long as I can still recognize myself. I'll be all that I can (and more) for you and for myself and I'll try to never forget giving peace a chance. So here's to you, love, and to me, for all that we've been through and for all that we will be going through, for the months that passed and the years that will, the hours spent (and will be spent) laughing, doing absolutely nothing, for our very own insecurities that wait on the edge of the world for the biggest plunge into oblivion while the rest of us watch, for the words that slipped out of your mouth and mine, for whatever the hell it is you call love and for whatever the hell it is we've both seen the world to be, for nothing and for everything, here's a happy christmas and a bloody new year to all of you.		the machiavellian ist Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt. The World would be a much lesser place without corndogs and pizzas. Facebook Andrew. Music. Food. People. 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