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you seemed so happy tonight. And for the first time in a while, I felt like I was missing something. not from you. but a feeling i want to recapture.
every now and again. I find little phrases which I get wrapped up in. usually small parts of sentences; half finished, or starting from the middle. No reason for their being, no complete character or scenario. just these thoughts hanging in ambiguity. words seem so open to the world when we stop trying to completely explain what we believe. they're just ours to do with as we want. now, for some reason, I'm captivated by a cliche. 'what a funny thing to say'. but it seems better when there's no reason behind it. there's a small film which flips through my head whenever these words tumble past, changing a bit each time. just a few seconds of an unfinished scene; scattered images seeming more. it feels lightly teasing, and she always gives a slight quirk of her lips. but its warm. and it feels like a sleepy morning when there's nothing else to do. and so much to look forward to. 'what a funny thing to say'. ha.
does anyone else notice that doing lots of english starts making you look at the world in strange ways? everything unfolds in an overstocked sentence.
(with apologies to driver_red. you write like I always wish i could :) )
every now and again. I find little phrases which I get wrapped up in. usually small parts of sentences; half finished, or starting from the middle. No reason for their being, no complete character or scenario. just these thoughts hanging in ambiguity. words seem so open to the world when we stop trying to completely explain what we believe. they're just ours to do with as we want. now, for some reason, I'm captivated by a cliche. 'what a funny thing to say'. but it seems better when there's no reason behind it. there's a small film which flips through my head whenever these words tumble past, changing a bit each time. just a few seconds of an unfinished scene; scattered images seeming more. it feels lightly teasing, and she always gives a slight quirk of her lips. but its warm. and it feels like a sleepy morning when there's nothing else to do. and so much to look forward to. 'what a funny thing to say'. ha.
does anyone else notice that doing lots of english starts making you look at the world in strange ways? everything unfolds in an overstocked sentence.
(with apologies to driver_red. you write like I always wish i could :) )