A girl and a cure song, scroll down.
First, I want to thank anyone and everyone who reads this for reading what I put down. They are my feelings, and there must be a reason I write them here, for you to see, for you to know. So Thanks. :--)
Random wish*=If I could, I would make my shoulders broader.
Totally unrelated to that tidbit,
Tonight I was watching Dateline or something and it was about prisoners in a maximun security prison receiving top notch liberal arts education from Bard College. The college funds it and the professors come to the prison. A lot of these guys now have BA's and beyond. Good for them! One prisoner was released to a much lower security facility/halfway house upstate on what looked like a chicken farm. When asked in regards to his new freer circumstances, he said if he could go back to the maximum security prison, he would, right after the interview! Hearing the inmates argue about kant, dressed like"normal people", it made me ponder the allegory of the cave, and what does freedom really mean? These men committed heinous crimes in their past, and they were free then,meaning 'outside of prison'. This challeges my views of freedom. He misses college, don't we all...
And finally, totally unrelated to the above, instead of talking about a girl, I will recite(paste) lyrics to a Cure song. I can see that She still wears the....not gonna go there...
Anyway, the lyrics don't describe the situation exactly, but even without the lyrics, I feel like the music in this song right now. Thats whats so great about The Cure, even the baseline feels like it knows Smith's pain.
*Pictures of You*
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel
Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go
Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything
If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you
Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you
Random wish*=If I could, I would make my shoulders broader.
Totally unrelated to that tidbit,
Tonight I was watching Dateline or something and it was about prisoners in a maximun security prison receiving top notch liberal arts education from Bard College. The college funds it and the professors come to the prison. A lot of these guys now have BA's and beyond. Good for them! One prisoner was released to a much lower security facility/halfway house upstate on what looked like a chicken farm. When asked in regards to his new freer circumstances, he said if he could go back to the maximum security prison, he would, right after the interview! Hearing the inmates argue about kant, dressed like"normal people", it made me ponder the allegory of the cave, and what does freedom really mean? These men committed heinous crimes in their past, and they were free then,meaning 'outside of prison'. This challeges my views of freedom. He misses college, don't we all...
And finally, totally unrelated to the above, instead of talking about a girl, I will recite(paste) lyrics to a Cure song. I can see that She still wears the....not gonna go there...
Anyway, the lyrics don't describe the situation exactly, but even without the lyrics, I feel like the music in this song right now. Thats whats so great about The Cure, even the baseline feels like it knows Smith's pain.
*Pictures of You*
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel
Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go
Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything
If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you
Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you