Fearless
Just watched Fearless. Not the Jet Li Movie, the Jeff Bridges movie. No, you haven't heard of it. No, you haven't seen it. But you should. There was a girl once. I was crazy about her. Wasn't sure i'd ever get past it. Didnt' want to at the time, but life . . . is funny. One day on "the perfect park bench" I signed a contract. Let me tell ya folks, read the fine print. LOL. Anyway, after that there was just me. Not me and her. I sorta learned to deal with that and then WHAM! There she was again. So it was me and her, and her, and him. Long story. But it was too much and not enough all at the same time. So I opened my arms and let that tool box fly. No she wasn't a tool box. Watch the movie. But the tool box reference doesn't really apply to that time I lost her. It was on the bench. The contract. See, it took me a while to learn that no matter what i did, I could not have held on to her. No matter how tight i squeezed, how I interlocked my fingers, who I prayed to. She was gonna fly when we hit that wall.
I'm sorta past it now. I mean it's a part of me. But it's not every other thought anymore. I won't say it's been replaced. It's been filed. ANd now there are much prettier pieces of paper on my desk. Today, I'm a different man. And no matter how many times I watch that movie. The next time I hit a wall, I WILL NOT LET GO!
ME, for her and HER!
I'm sorta past it now. I mean it's a part of me. But it's not every other thought anymore. I won't say it's been replaced. It's been filed. ANd now there are much prettier pieces of paper on my desk. Today, I'm a different man. And no matter how many times I watch that movie. The next time I hit a wall, I WILL NOT LET GO!
ME, for her and HER!