i can disappear
i can disappear
i can disappear
i can disappear
i can disappear
31.3.10
it just wouldn't be the same if we didn't know we were going to die one day
"I think I just died of happiness."
it's not make-believe if we both believe
this is a story that starts and ends with you.
a desolate place, screaming insecurity. souvenirs of a better time, thrust into our hands by -
well, it doesn't even matter who.
or what.
or where.
or even how.
it's the why i can't figure out.
so kill me.
she said, my heart always speaks before i know what it will say.
he said, then don't listen to it.
she followed his advice,
and then whole world cried for they were alone.
don't you get it?
the party's over.
this isn't a competition.
you are not who i thought you could be.
etc,
etc,
etc.
(this becomes irrelevant after a while).
and thus, it was all an accident.
ps. i hope it takes me too.
a desolate place, screaming insecurity. souvenirs of a better time, thrust into our hands by -
well, it doesn't even matter who.
or what.
or where.
or even how.
it's the why i can't figure out.
so kill me.
she said, my heart always speaks before i know what it will say.
he said, then don't listen to it.
she followed his advice,
and then whole world cried for they were alone.
don't you get it?
the party's over.
this isn't a competition.
you are not who i thought you could be.
etc,
etc,
etc.
(this becomes irrelevant after a while).
and thus, it was all an accident.
ps. i hope it takes me too.
it seems all we do these days is point out the things which make us cry.
"Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. I know what I need. I need more hellos."
- Charles M. Schulz
- Charles M. Schulz
29.3.10
DO YOU REMEMBER?
the red stories on paper napkins,
the "secret spot" (because it all ends with two people on a park bench),
the seven nation army who used pink cutlery,
the war movies they played on special days,
the super quiz of half past mornings,
the ripped plastic cups I set on fire,
the summer captured on film,
the misguided hand-drawn maps,
the stolen mars on faded paper,
the glittering butterflies we could never hear.
the "secret spot" (because it all ends with two people on a park bench),
the seven nation army who used pink cutlery,
the war movies they played on special days,
the super quiz of half past mornings,
the ripped plastic cups I set on fire,
the summer captured on film,
the misguided hand-drawn maps,
the stolen mars on faded paper,
the glittering butterflies we could never hear.
the end doesn't justify the beginning. it never does. never.
he fell in love.
and it was his life.
apparently, it only exists when acknowledged in front of other people.
and it was his life.
apparently, it only exists when acknowledged in front of other people.
27.3.10
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