Its all very clear. Every single moment, every single word, every single kiss and every single touch. No matter how many days or years pass, it always feels like yesterday. The long talks, the meaningless fights, the crazy make ups after the serious ones, the surprises, the coffee, the routine and the wait. The never ending wait. Every single thing remains so fresh. For me that is.
No matter how much I love someone, at the end of the day I know it all. I'm easily replaceable. I'm just an old concept, an option maybe. I am just a vague lover, with prominent reminders. I'm just a premature idea, that can never develop. I'm a buried thought, only to be a reminiscence once in a while. I'm the love that once was but can never be now. I know it all.
I also know that the love will remain. Until someone else comes along. That's the hope I was counting on. But do I want it that way?
Tune for the day: I'd love you to want me - LOBO
And I could sing along while singing this
ReplyDeleteI've seen angels fall from blinding heights...
But you yourself are nothing so divine...
Just next in line!
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die?
The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name
When its our lives we live, no one else is necessary. But, their presence can make things beautiful sometimes. We will always be just options for people, but what matters is which option, beautiful or disastrous.
Nice read.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
WOW.. Thanks for this! Absolutely loved it and this is exactly what I needed to read..
ReplyDeleteNo, I'm not willing to die or be a disastrous option.
Thanks BA..