post-sentiment
People often talk about decisive moments of action, in which you see people for who they really are.
How do you transcend old ways of being and create new ones? Can you?
Not everything that comes back is the same.
Ed. note: To re-establish the balance,
it should be pointed out that my favourite people made my weekend absolutely lovely.
But there are also those crucial instants of nihil, nada, of absolutely nothing.
Leaving you wondering if it was always nothing and you just conjured it all.
Perhaps because you needed a castle, so you build it in the air.
How do you transcend old ways of being and create new ones? Can you?
Something dangerous turns mundane, what was once intense becomes tepid and a little too diluted.
Is either/or sometimes better, easier?
Craving the cake, tasting it, having it, spitting it out and trying to eat it again..does that ever work?
And if you want to make it work, does that mean you are weak?
Or do I mistake pride for strength again?
Not everything that comes back is the same.
The old metaphors are tinted with bitterness, but they still echo in my mind.
After all, words are weapons that continue to cut long after the sound is gone.
And old wounds must be covered by new smiles, not the memory of past ones.
Ed. note: To re-establish the balance,
it should be pointed out that my favourite people made my weekend absolutely lovely.
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Postat av: nenze
ahh vad fint inlagg. min kropp kanner att det borde vara host, sor jag har behov av melankoli... ps jag snodde en rad.=)
Postat av: Anonym
du borde ju HA höst hos dig?
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