...because they had honey?
"...We spoke at church and at school and, through my stepsister Abuk, I sent messages detailing the extent of my admiration for her, and how often I was thinking of her. She did the same, and so the volume of the messages kept Abuk busy. When the messages were deemed urgent, she would come running across the camp to me, her arms flailing and out of breath. She would finally regain herself and then relay the following:
--Tabitha is smiling at you today."
(dave)
Maybe I believe. (you don't even believe in outerspace)
Maybe I believe in Clark Gable. (maybe? maybe more than the stars, more than the fucking moon, more than joan didion, more than anyANYone before)
(maybe we'll fight and bleed and scab and talk and fuck and heal and bendbendbendbendbend just enough that we won't break?)
It's like an avalanche. It's like one of those metaphors that I don't actually think of myself and don't actually understand but DOOOOOOOOOOOO believe in. I believe in the ones I don't understand more than the ones that I do. (i knew you had it in you)
Something about hope and eternally flowing springs and calculus and windows. Sometimes there are windows. (by "sometimes" I mean THIS IS THE TIME. THIS IS IT. I'm not really sure what to do -- "The Time" has never really existed before. I would trade everything for it, but trade it for nothing. Maybe that's what they mean by altruism. Or, y'know, naivete.)
So. The song I have thought was called "War is Love/eta-Ya" for the last several months is actually called "War is Over/eta-Ya". That seems to be the perpetual confusion for me. When is it love and when is it over? When can it be both?
I've found it's usually neither. (I've found a lot of things, but that doesn't mean they're necessarily true. Sometimes Finding something is a hell of a lot like losing it.)
(and it's impossible to know
how important someone was...)
--Tabitha is smiling at you today."
(dave)
Maybe I believe. (you don't even believe in outerspace)
Maybe I believe in Clark Gable. (maybe? maybe more than the stars, more than the fucking moon, more than joan didion, more than anyANYone before)
(maybe we'll fight and bleed and scab and talk and fuck and heal and bendbendbendbendbend just enough that we won't break?)
It's like an avalanche. It's like one of those metaphors that I don't actually think of myself and don't actually understand but DOOOOOOOOOOOO believe in. I believe in the ones I don't understand more than the ones that I do. (i knew you had it in you)
Something about hope and eternally flowing springs and calculus and windows. Sometimes there are windows. (by "sometimes" I mean THIS IS THE TIME. THIS IS IT. I'm not really sure what to do -- "The Time" has never really existed before. I would trade everything for it, but trade it for nothing. Maybe that's what they mean by altruism. Or, y'know, naivete.)
So. The song I have thought was called "War is Love/eta-Ya" for the last several months is actually called "War is Over/eta-Ya". That seems to be the perpetual confusion for me. When is it love and when is it over? When can it be both?
I've found it's usually neither. (I've found a lot of things, but that doesn't mean they're necessarily true. Sometimes Finding something is a hell of a lot like losing it.)
(and it's impossible to know
how important someone was...)