Two Day is just a nother day.
Such a selfish sentence, isnt this? Selfish, more than likely, because it includes the word self-ish. As if my self is ish-like. As if I would say I will be there around 8:00ish my selfish nature will be there too? Hmm...I don't get it.
There really was no point to what I am trying to say.
Soon (too soon) summer will arise again. Sunrise suprise! Evil eyes, tantalize. That is the Congo morning, pink. If only....
Anyway.. I have so much to do in these two short weeks. I have set a date that cannot change. It is set, in bold letters, in my mind. I will do what he will not if it has not already been done by that date. If things are the same, as in as they are now, then what must will be done.
I am sorry.
Would it make sense to just tell him to not worry now, its all erased--burned to gray and white? He's moved on--or so he says.
I, well me on the other hand, never went anywhere. So I have nowhere to move on to. It's remarkably depressing to never go anywhere. I always like to hear about when people move on from relationships because for me, well, I never seem to go anywhere. I'd like to move on too, but I don't understand where everyone is going. Are they moving on to new places, new people? Because if so, thats a lie. A new person can never replace the old just as a new toy can never replace the old favorite. Its value people, value. Only thing one can do is keep moving, in place, but there will be no moving on.
My desk is messy, did you know that? And theres a fork under my feet from two weeks ago. And the laundry hasnt been done (yes I can do it now) and the memos have piled up. And the alarm has broken, while the food has been rotting in the closet. My old clothes have laid in the same trash bag for a month now, yet to be discarded. Two books are overdue while the papers keep piling up. The words wont come and the ideas wont formulate. The phone stays silent--well thats a lie--it rings, but not from the right person. I continue to make the wrong decisions. I lost the cap to my water bottle. The dishes have been left unwashed and I can't find my keys. The window is open--well her window--mine stays shut with the blinds closed. My favorite picture riped and I think two others have fallen behind my desk. My life is strewn with crumbs.
There really was no point to what I am trying to say.
Soon (too soon) summer will arise again. Sunrise suprise! Evil eyes, tantalize. That is the Congo morning, pink. If only....
Anyway.. I have so much to do in these two short weeks. I have set a date that cannot change. It is set, in bold letters, in my mind. I will do what he will not if it has not already been done by that date. If things are the same, as in as they are now, then what must will be done.
I am sorry.
Would it make sense to just tell him to not worry now, its all erased--burned to gray and white? He's moved on--or so he says.
I, well me on the other hand, never went anywhere. So I have nowhere to move on to. It's remarkably depressing to never go anywhere. I always like to hear about when people move on from relationships because for me, well, I never seem to go anywhere. I'd like to move on too, but I don't understand where everyone is going. Are they moving on to new places, new people? Because if so, thats a lie. A new person can never replace the old just as a new toy can never replace the old favorite. Its value people, value. Only thing one can do is keep moving, in place, but there will be no moving on.
My desk is messy, did you know that? And theres a fork under my feet from two weeks ago. And the laundry hasnt been done (yes I can do it now) and the memos have piled up. And the alarm has broken, while the food has been rotting in the closet. My old clothes have laid in the same trash bag for a month now, yet to be discarded. Two books are overdue while the papers keep piling up. The words wont come and the ideas wont formulate. The phone stays silent--well thats a lie--it rings, but not from the right person. I continue to make the wrong decisions. I lost the cap to my water bottle. The dishes have been left unwashed and I can't find my keys. The window is open--well her window--mine stays shut with the blinds closed. My favorite picture riped and I think two others have fallen behind my desk. My life is strewn with crumbs.