daydream delusion
no more alcohol.
it's awful to wake up the morning after and wonder what you said or did in your drunken state.
(but it's most definitely interesting to find out.)
my drunken memories come back to me in blurry tidbits, pieced together by hearsay and assumption.
i can't write poetry about hearsay and assumption but it sure gives me room to make shit up.
all things are this tug of war between extremities-
knowing vs not knowing
vivid vs blurry
heavy vs light
remembering vs forgetting
stability vs spontaneity
control vs letting go
roots vs wings
past vs future
...
but always
me vs me.
you have to live your life looking forward, remembering to turn and peek your head backward every now and again.
"....and thus we beat on, boats against the current...born back ceaselessly into the past....."
[f. scott fitzgerald]
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daydream delusion
limousine eyelash
oh baby with you pretty face
drop a tear in my wineglass
look at those big eyes
see what you mean to me
sweet cakes and MILKSHAKES
i am a delusion angel
i am a fantasy parade
i want you to know what i think
don't want you to guess anymore
you have no idea where i came from
we have no idea where we're going
launched in life
like branches in the river
flowing downstream
caught in the current
i'll carry you. you'll carry me
that's how it could be
don't you know me
don't you know me by now
[david jewell]
before sunrise(i have to watch it again.))