August 2011
57 posts
Time goes by real fast when you’re not waiting for something. Real, real fast.
Timeless time.
Is it better than spending every second of every day longing for something?
Having a goal, having a purpose, having something to aim to, that matters! That makes you want to achieve something, and when you want something badly you tend to get it. Well, most of the times if you’re lucky. So maybe waiting isn’t so bad when you come out on the other side with something to show for it.
But waiting for something you know isn’t coming is exhausting and cruel at the very least. So, not waiting for a single thing, not waiting for a letter that won’t come, not waiting for the phone that won’t ring, not waiting for the door that won’t open for your favorite person in the world to walk in that should be a good thing, right?
Then why does it feel like if I am not waiting for something to happen that I’m essentially wasting time? Why does it feel like I should be waiting for something? Why does it feel like I should be holding out for more?
Holding out for anything, for everything!
I don’t know if it’s the season. Or if maybe I just want to find again this year what I already had by now last year.
Someone to count on, someone to lean on, someone who will come running back for you, someone to hold on to and someone who holds on to you.
It was good. It was safe. And it was happy. But it was also a bunch of lies and I’m glad I got away from it. I don’t know why I am even talking about this, maybe it’s because my Mom keeps bringing it up for some reason or maybe it’s just because I’ve been trying to fall asleep for the past 4 hours.
Truth is I am good on my own. Being single doesn’t scare me, it’s kinda fun to be free. To do whatever you want and not worry about a single thing.
But sometimes, just sometimes, it’s on nights like these that I miss the hold.
Not his hold. A hold. A strong set of arms that will hold me tightly through the night. And lips that will kiss away the exhaustion. And piercing eyes, piercing big eyes that might just be looking into my very soul.
There I was alone again, with just an echo as a friend
It’s much too empty to pretend
And this big old house just met it’s end
Laying naked on the ground,
I try to scream but there’s no sound
Every time I try to stand
I’m reaching for no man’s hand
Breathe. Close your eyes I tell myself
Breathe. This can’t be you it’s someone else
Breathe. You’re all alone it’s true
Breathe. You’ll find your way out of blue
I keep staring at your photograph
Noticing, trying to remember your laugh
These walls are so full of you
And no one else will ever do
But how can I wait
For someone who’s not even late
How can I long
For someone who won’t come along
Breathe. Close your eyes I tell myself
Breathe. This can’t be you it’s someone else
Breathe. You’re all alone it’s true
Breathe. You’ll find your way out of blue
And someday when I’m brave
I’ll talk with you by your grave
And hope you forgive me from up high
For never telling you my goodbye
But of this you can be sure
My love for you was pure
And even though it is no fair
We’ll meet again and that I swear
B.
23.Nov.2010
William Maugham
- What about us, what do we have?
- A secret (…)
(This was an actual conversation between me and a friend of mine.)
Some people call it chance
Others prefer fate
Some say it’s just luck
The one thing you can’t fake
It could have been too late
Or a minute too soon
It could have been anything
But timing was everything
Far away from home
Deep into the streets all alone
She was busy getting lost
He was happy to be known
Two strangers among the crowd
Would come together somehow
And those nights out in the town
Became something to sing about
It could have been too late
Or a minute too soon
It could have been anything
But of course timing was everything
Two different takes on life
Two stories that became entwined
What came together came apart
But it was only the very start
A moment in time
A smile you can’t deny
A kiss you can’t erase
Two people who were crossed by grace
It can happen so fast
Or a moment too late
But timing is everything.
B.
21.Jun.2011
You’d think they might have learned it all by now
The eyes are glossy and they just scream aloud
Can you save me? Can you fight to reclaim me?
She was a girl who was afraid of time
Of what it meant to sit and watch it fly
She’s believing, in a feeling so fleeting
“Step 1: Find boy.
Step 2: Beat boy senseless.
Step 3: Enjoy the satisfaction of steps 1 and 2.”
- What are you really seeking?
- Freedom: to want nothing, to expect nothing, to depend on nothing.
Dear Vodka,
After much consideration I’ve decided to forgive your absence. You shall now return to my life and make it better.
Sincerely, Sober Me.