May 17, 2004 03:13
Sometimes ill sit there on the front steps of our house with my face in my hands.
I’ll be thinking about my life and I’ll wonder where it all went, why it goes by so fast
and I can never catch up? It's as if I'm left standing in today... when tomorrow rolls by.
There it all is, the faded memories, the regrets, the lost hopes, the failed dreams... and the dead desires.
I can watch them go by in my mind like some frames in an old movie real.
I'm like a child watching a scary movie, knowing I shouldn’t watch this part...
Except I can't help but peek, and I see it. then follows the despair... so addicting.
They are all memories I should let go, but can't bear to be without them.
When I lift my head from my hands, I’ll want to see a field with the dried grasses
grown to their fullest height, they'll make the field look so bronze against the blue sky.
the field stretches as far into the horizon as my eyes can see...
So long and full, so beautiful and so empty, I want to get up and walk...
Walk towards that emptiness and never look back.
Walk through that emptiness and forget,
Forget what it is to be me, and start something new.