Monday
Tuesday
This Ruined Puzzle
This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down so the placing goes slowly. The pictures of anything other than it's meant to be. But the hours they creep, the patterns repeat. Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own. I never said "don't go". I've written a note, it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back. It says "Does he ever get the girl?" But what if the pages stay pressed, the chapters unfinished, the stories too dull to unfold? Does he ever get the girl? This basement's a coffin I'm buried alive. I'll die in here just to be safe. I'll die in here just to be safe. 'Cause you're gone I get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh. I never said "Good-bye" Does he ever get the girl? |
LANDSLIDE
contemplating bout the landslide which happened recently, I found a very bright and enlightening post from chris... and always when tragedy strikes us and confronts us face to face, why do people always find someone to blame? why don't they pause for a while, think beyond his most rational excuses and muse over - for everything has a reason we just have to open our eyes and see... |
Sunday
The Brilliant Dance
So this is odd, the painful realization that has all gone wrong. And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lover's clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better. Does it make it any better? And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade. So this is strange, our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance where nobody leads at all, where nobody leads at all. And the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep. And breathing is a foreign task and thinking's just too much to ask and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights. This is incredible. Starving, insatiable, yes, this is love for the first time. Well you'd like to think that you were invincible. Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time? Well this is the last time. Well this is the last time. Well this is the last time. |