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They say that poetry is song...without the need for specific notes. Well, my song writing ability has disappeared suddenly....but has been replaced with this strange ability to write poetry. Nothing spectacular....but deep.
I've organized my clothes....or at least...divided what I'm taking and what I'm not. That's half the battle. The rest of it entails doing laundry, throwing clothes in suitcase, throwing random belongings into boxes, saying goodbye to old memories in my room, cleaning my room completely (including the whole vacuum, polish, etc.), and actually move.
"I could write a song, a hundred miles long, Well that's where I belong, and you belong with me. And I could write it down, or spred it all around, get lost and then get found, or swallowed in the sea." - Coldplay, Swallowed In The Sea. This is seriously my new favorite song.
So many conflicting feelings trying to resurface. But I won't let them. It's not going to happen.
When I'm married, with my children, and my dog and cats, and my house, and my job, and my happiness, even through difficulty......................She'll miss me. She'll realize what she had. She'll realize how fucked up it was. She'll realize how much she hurt me. She'll realize how much better it would've been with me. Heh....but that boat has sailed. And now, I have nothing but contempt for her. She's down a path now...she chose it....she'll walk it. And I know that I'm all the better for it.
And no....."She"....is not who you think it is.
See what I mean....even when I don't mean to...my brain is on overdrive. Lol.
Alright, I'm running out of things to say...except, that sweat, in cuts....is fun. **Devilish grin** "If you want that to scar, just rub salt in it...then leave it uncovered for a few days." - Will
Until next time.......Rock on!
Smallz
I've organized my clothes....or at least...divided what I'm taking and what I'm not. That's half the battle. The rest of it entails doing laundry, throwing clothes in suitcase, throwing random belongings into boxes, saying goodbye to old memories in my room, cleaning my room completely (including the whole vacuum, polish, etc.), and actually move.
"I could write a song, a hundred miles long, Well that's where I belong, and you belong with me. And I could write it down, or spred it all around, get lost and then get found, or swallowed in the sea." - Coldplay, Swallowed In The Sea. This is seriously my new favorite song.
So many conflicting feelings trying to resurface. But I won't let them. It's not going to happen.
When I'm married, with my children, and my dog and cats, and my house, and my job, and my happiness, even through difficulty......................She'll miss me. She'll realize what she had. She'll realize how fucked up it was. She'll realize how much she hurt me. She'll realize how much better it would've been with me. Heh....but that boat has sailed. And now, I have nothing but contempt for her. She's down a path now...she chose it....she'll walk it. And I know that I'm all the better for it.
And no....."She"....is not who you think it is.
See what I mean....even when I don't mean to...my brain is on overdrive. Lol.
Alright, I'm running out of things to say...except, that sweat, in cuts....is fun. **Devilish grin** "If you want that to scar, just rub salt in it...then leave it uncovered for a few days." - Will
Until next time.......Rock on!
Smallz