Warm sun pours all over me and suddenly I am in love with everything!
Sharp beams of sunlight protrude though my dusty wooden shutters.
[The 70s]
So vivid as if I could reach out and grasp a piece.
[An icicle]
They hit the sheets of my bed.
[Air particles]
Transformed into sparkling glitter before my eyes.
I tried to photograph some aspect of it, but not even my camera could capture such immaculate energy.
This one candle keeps flickering madly. The rest remain still, yet this one dances in a fury! The smoke exits my window in a wave like motion.
I wish I was In San Diego so I could watch the sunset on the beach with Jake.
(12-30) Understand me. I dare you. I entreat you!
You really don't get me
I don't think you ever understood me
I don't think you wanted to
That is what I really resent
More than losing you
After all, the loss was really yours.
(01-03) Element of attitude.
You still seem to slip into my thoughts every now and then. But for the most part you are far gone...Until I see you or listen to any of this. It is then I am brought back to
that place. Almost physically. Almost right back there! Almost nieve again.
I wondered as to why you are no longer delightful. Aside from the obvious, as to why I no longer receive any pleasant conversations or contact--solely complete withdrawal of your existence from my sight. I then realized that due to the obvious, I am no longer allowed to know you...that you. Only this unpleasant vacancy and curiosity. What a pity.
(01-04) Isn't it true that every person has omitted fact at one point or another? Sometimes I suppose it is better not to say toooo much. Often omitted not to hurt someone. Other times omitted to get away with something. So I guess it is a good and bad thing.
Ever since I lost you (or feel as though I have), I haven't been able to look at the world in the same way. It feels like a natural injustice. Bare. Painfully hallow.
The way in which we perceive the world--its morals etc--changes as one grows older; Constantly seeing, hearing and learning different things. It is days like this that my perception makes me want to throw up. So I simply embrace the good.
You are good. I have such a love hangover.
[The 70s]
So vivid as if I could reach out and grasp a piece.
[An icicle]
They hit the sheets of my bed.
[Air particles]
Transformed into sparkling glitter before my eyes.
I tried to photograph some aspect of it, but not even my camera could capture such immaculate energy.
This one candle keeps flickering madly. The rest remain still, yet this one dances in a fury! The smoke exits my window in a wave like motion.
I wish I was In San Diego so I could watch the sunset on the beach with Jake.
(12-30) Understand me. I dare you. I entreat you!
You really don't get me
I don't think you ever understood me
I don't think you wanted to
That is what I really resent
More than losing you
After all, the loss was really yours.
(01-03) Element of attitude.
You still seem to slip into my thoughts every now and then. But for the most part you are far gone...Until I see you or listen to any of this. It is then I am brought back to
that place. Almost physically. Almost right back there! Almost nieve again.
I wondered as to why you are no longer delightful. Aside from the obvious, as to why I no longer receive any pleasant conversations or contact--solely complete withdrawal of your existence from my sight. I then realized that due to the obvious, I am no longer allowed to know you...that you. Only this unpleasant vacancy and curiosity. What a pity.
(01-04) Isn't it true that every person has omitted fact at one point or another? Sometimes I suppose it is better not to say toooo much. Often omitted not to hurt someone. Other times omitted to get away with something. So I guess it is a good and bad thing.
Ever since I lost you (or feel as though I have), I haven't been able to look at the world in the same way. It feels like a natural injustice. Bare. Painfully hallow.
The way in which we perceive the world--its morals etc--changes as one grows older; Constantly seeing, hearing and learning different things. It is days like this that my perception makes me want to throw up. So I simply embrace the good.
You are good. I have such a love hangover.