May 03, 2011 02:08
It's interesting to remember.
How much we've all changed.
How tired we feel.
How happy we are.
How unhappy we are.
How did it come to this.
Where did we go wrong.
Where did we make the right choice.
Time.
TIME.
time.
The clock is ticking.
Go left.
Go right.
Don't get left behind.
You're ahead.
You're behind.
You're in the middle.
You can't make up your fucking mind.
Make a choice.
Decide.
Decide.
Decide.
You're taking too long.
You're going too quickly.
You talk too much.
You're too quiet.
You're doing it wrong.
You're doing it right.
Not enough medication.
Not the right medication.
You need medication.
Leave me alone.
Don't leave me on my own.
Winter.
Spring.
Summer.
Fall.
Month after month.
And for what.
There's more.
There has to be more.
You will have more.
Good.
Bad.
Any given day.
It's just around the corner.
What if you had.
What if you hadn't.
Sit.
Stand.
Run.
Don't walk.
Slow down.
It's complicated.
It's simple, really.
Approved.
Rejected.
A wisp of memory that's not quite in focus. You squint to see it but it's blurry. It's hiding behind a smoke screen.
You move on. You can't be bothered. It's important. It's not important. It's relative.
A yearning for things long forgotten. Momentarily remembered. Won't change anything.
Don't remind me. Remind me later. Don't let me forget.
Weapons. Words. Warfare.
Next door.
Upstairs.
Down the street.
Love.
Hate.
Disinterest.
Fake.
Is it real if you can touch it.
Is it real if you believe it.
You can feel it in your heart.
You can feel the absence of it in your heart.
You know.
You don't know.
You think.
Impossible.
Possible.
Dreams.
You're together but you're alone.
You're never really alone.
It's in your head. Your imagination.
You think too much.
Use your head.
Worry.
Worry.
Worry.
Too much.
Not enough.
Notice the differences. The wind in your hair.
Taste.
Touch.
It's not the same as it was last year. Or the year before that.
Stand still.
Take it all in.
ALL of it.
Remember.
Feel.
FEEL.
feel.
Firsts.
Lasts.
Hello.
Goodbye.
See you later.
Overcome with a feeling that maybe things will change.
Work harder.
Try harder.
It's not enough.
You're smothering.
You're being smothered.
More.
An instant's success. Followed by a multitude of failure.
Remind me later.
I've been searching for something. I haven't found it yet. There is no sting. No remorse.
I've found bits and pieces of it in your faces. Your friendships. Your stories. Your feelings. Your souls.
Your heartbeat. Your voice. Your lies. Your truths. Your betrayal. Your allegiance.
A collection of sorts.
Some of you are still here. Others have long since forgotten and been forgotten.
I am forever grateful. You see.
We are all thieves. In one way or another.