Time is made of memories, well I remember and I'm tired, too
I was running this through my brain and parts sounded pessimistic, parts sounded nostalgic, and parts sounded quite corny. I was not going to post it for all those reasons, but really why would that matter.
My head is so tired and cloudy right now.
I wanna clarify that when I say love, I mean this big scary unnattained thing that will fall into my lap some day that is past today. I'm not saying what I did or did not have. Life is so mean sometimes because the special is made less special by perspective, and the small is made so much bigger by one's memory, or lack there of.
Love, it's kind of this thing, you think you have, you've had. You really think that you know it, you have seen it, lived it, I KNOW LOVE.
But really it was just a glimpse of it. It's like love is riding on the scrambler and I'm standing by watching it pass. I'm trying to see it. I see that it teaches you, it's patient with you, and then maybe I might see that you have to give up what you want in order to have it. But no, that's not right, as it passes again you realize you just saw wrong. It's beautiful, it accepts you when you don't accept yourself. No, no. Wrong again. It's affectionate. It naps with you when all you wanna do is nap. It devotes it's life to you and only you, nope wrong again. I get some glimpses that have stayed in my memory bank and most are true and beautiful. But I worry b/c as time passes I know that some of my glimpses were not true, or real. Some of those glimpses, true and false, have made me who I am, shaped my thoughts of me.
Point being, I'm resolving to not "KNOW" anything. More learn as much as I can.
My head is so tired and cloudy right now.
I wanna clarify that when I say love, I mean this big scary unnattained thing that will fall into my lap some day that is past today. I'm not saying what I did or did not have. Life is so mean sometimes because the special is made less special by perspective, and the small is made so much bigger by one's memory, or lack there of.
Love, it's kind of this thing, you think you have, you've had. You really think that you know it, you have seen it, lived it, I KNOW LOVE.
But really it was just a glimpse of it. It's like love is riding on the scrambler and I'm standing by watching it pass. I'm trying to see it. I see that it teaches you, it's patient with you, and then maybe I might see that you have to give up what you want in order to have it. But no, that's not right, as it passes again you realize you just saw wrong. It's beautiful, it accepts you when you don't accept yourself. No, no. Wrong again. It's affectionate. It naps with you when all you wanna do is nap. It devotes it's life to you and only you, nope wrong again. I get some glimpses that have stayed in my memory bank and most are true and beautiful. But I worry b/c as time passes I know that some of my glimpses were not true, or real. Some of those glimpses, true and false, have made me who I am, shaped my thoughts of me.
Point being, I'm resolving to not "KNOW" anything. More learn as much as I can.