The Only Songs I Know Are Love Songs
Narcissu-esque moment today when I actually had to fight back tears (something I haven't had to do in a long time since I trained my tear glands on intensive Disney marathons); I'm not sure what struck me the most, but I think it was how magnificent his death was that made me feel like it shouldn't have ended, although that could have been his only conclusion.
It's amazing how much life that one death created.
I spent the ten-minute walk home singing Nobody Knows and The Gift, among other sentimental love ballads. Maybe it's from that one time a long time ago when I thought I felt something that felt like that which I haven't felt in forever that I have never felt again; I haven't run from it, but it still sits there, patently out of reach, while my conception of the image leaves it so grand that the real truth is that maybe I've forgotten how to recognize it.
And what it once meant; maybe.
It's amazing how much life that one death created.
I spent the ten-minute walk home singing Nobody Knows and The Gift, among other sentimental love ballads. Maybe it's from that one time a long time ago when I thought I felt something that felt like that which I haven't felt in forever that I have never felt again; I haven't run from it, but it still sits there, patently out of reach, while my conception of the image leaves it so grand that the real truth is that maybe I've forgotten how to recognize it.
And what it once meant; maybe.