and its night like these that we declare empty promises.
….i can see the cityscape. The light refracts as it penetrates the window pane.. slips gently through this dim room... and tucks itself under my eyelids. silence is disturbed by rhythmic breathing, and the soft pitter patter of my fingers against smooth keys. I find myself contemplating every facet of my own existence. why are we here.. what the hell am I doing here? If happiness is the key… I think I’ve locked mine in the ignition. As the sun sheaths itself beyond the horizon of this recurring nightmare.. we reflect on moments passed. times “well spent”. Neurons regroup and I find myself lying in bed of carpet.. images still inscribed in the backs of my eyes. Colors tease between glimpses of moonlight upon the watery abyss below my shallow gaze, and I begin to cry. For all that I have become…
and everything I wish I was.
And as we recognize the path that led us here.. it’s all we can do to save face. We’ve fallen victim to this endless perpetuation of useless confrontation. among friends, we’ve made enemies. I am so tired.. of never knowing, never caring, never being, never seeing who…
I’ve been hurting.
A broken window.. tattered relationship.. remnants of a past you’d love to forget. But from far beyond the sleepless nights, amidst distant conversations… you salvage a smile.. and you miss the good old days. Days when you could just sit with the people you loved.. and know that they loved you back. Hours upon hours of good conversation.. without the bullshit. Remove the photographs, the ticket stubs, crumpled letters pressed between years of memories. Swallow your pride... close the door, light the match.. don’t look back.
It seems so strange to “move on.” How can we forget those things, those people that once surrounded our very existence? I remember sitting there in the soft patch of green… watching different lives, swirling in all directions… I remember you raking your fingers gently through my hair, and I remember thinking that this time…we were on the verge of something new. ‘cause as they say, time heals all wounds.
But you know?
it seems to me, that these days… we just breed more.
and everything I wish I was.
And as we recognize the path that led us here.. it’s all we can do to save face. We’ve fallen victim to this endless perpetuation of useless confrontation. among friends, we’ve made enemies. I am so tired.. of never knowing, never caring, never being, never seeing who…
I’ve been hurting.
A broken window.. tattered relationship.. remnants of a past you’d love to forget. But from far beyond the sleepless nights, amidst distant conversations… you salvage a smile.. and you miss the good old days. Days when you could just sit with the people you loved.. and know that they loved you back. Hours upon hours of good conversation.. without the bullshit. Remove the photographs, the ticket stubs, crumpled letters pressed between years of memories. Swallow your pride... close the door, light the match.. don’t look back.
It seems so strange to “move on.” How can we forget those things, those people that once surrounded our very existence? I remember sitting there in the soft patch of green… watching different lives, swirling in all directions… I remember you raking your fingers gently through my hair, and I remember thinking that this time…we were on the verge of something new. ‘cause as they say, time heals all wounds.
But you know?
it seems to me, that these days… we just breed more.