The longest time.
For the longest of time, I have known him. He has been in my memories, my dreams and my daily life forever. The connection we had trancended our every-day bullshit. He knows me. I know him. We knew us. The school-girl crush, the crazy "in love" passion that we felt never died. Not a day goes by that thoughts of him don't creep into my conciousness. You could say that we have been obssessed with each other.
But somewhere along the path of our lives, we took different paths. Some where rocky, strewn with difficulties, others, smooth and easy-going. Inevitably our paths crossed, over the years. That spark was still very much there. But life got in the way. It was just not ment to be, for us to be together.
My path has taken me places that made me who I am today. And the same applies to him. But why? Why? I am angry, I am sad, I am frustrated, I feel helpless...
So, I cling to my memories, my dreams of what could have been.
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Tinks
He knows me. I know him. We knew us.
This is an all time classic! I never thought that anyone could out Banzai good old Buckaroo Banzai, but by God I think you've done it.
This is quantum leaps better than that quote by that adventurer-come-surgeon-come-rock-star from the self styled Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension:
"No matter where you go, there you are"
Frankly
I'm not familiar with Buckaroo Banzai. Is that a compliment? If so, thank you.
Tink
Nope. That wasn't a compliment.
Your poem on the 2nd of March was OK. More than that it showed slight promise. Most of the wrist gnawers that find their way to this blog seem to be cut from exactly the same cloth. They make one hell of a fucken meal of what's left of their heart in blog after badly written blog. Sort of like the blog equivalent of eating your own puke.
Actually I was alluding to the repetition and tautology in your blog. (But Christ - I'm the last person to talk about tautology).
What I should rather have said is that you might have a look at some of the shit that passes for poetry here (more so since Mort and Val left the building) and see how you can cut your writing from a different cloth.
Or perhaps don't and just take up residence in the bad poet's soc.
Your choice.
Dolla and Tinkerbelle - jeezuz girls!
and they call ME a wrist gnawer!! Ag, you know....life - it's just crazy assed shit...Dolce - one day babes, when you least expect it, things will change....promise. Tinkerbelle....um....things probably wont change - but you'll get by babes....somehow.
Right - that is my attempt to lift your cloudy moods. You may be called upon to return the favour later this week - God, I sincerely hope not.
Arbchick
You are quite right. Things won't change; therefore I must change. My approach, my outlook and try to gain some perspective. All this wallowing in self-pity must stop. It's destroying me.
tinkerbelle
it boils down to the 'season, reason or lifetime' theory.
instead of pining away for what could have been, thoroughly enjoy what was.. memories are one thing that can't be taken away from you. Just make sure you make more good memories as time goes by.. or you'll wind yourself up in this sadness you're talking about.
You are exactky where you need to be, because this is where you'll learn the most.
embrace it!
Tracey
this is where I am meant to be at this point in time. Why? I don't know. Hopefully the answers will be revealed to me in a dream.....