The question is, which weight is greater...

The joy and memory of having experienced some uniquely beautiful experience, or the pain of knowing it's gone and over, that you'll likely never experience it again?

Like the golf ball balanced on the edge of the cup in Caddyshack, the answer keeps teetering back and forth in my heart and head ( Read more... )

Heh... Everytime I think I'm kinda over her.

Graffiti from a wall in Pompeii:

Sarra, you are not being very nice, leaving me all alone like this

/dark humor of coincidence.

...but here it is anyway.

I really, really hate drugs. And I really hate hurting this bad over Sara (not you Sara, my Sara... As incorrect as it may be to call her that at this point ( Read more... )

And when we meet,
which I'm sure we will,
all that was there
will be there still.
I'll let it pass
and hold my tongue,
and you will think
that I've moved on....

But I will go down with this ship.
I won't put my hands up and surrender.
There will be no white flag above my door.
I'm in love and always will be.I know there is little more ( Read more... )

...how fucking often they can be broken.