This is a must see. Entrancing short film.
6/22/11
6/19/11
Time to Start
It's time to start over.
You see, I've been half-way someone else's for so long that I forgot I even was -
Forgot that -
while I was still smiling to myself about playing with how the skin can sweetly work - that it was disappearing entirely.
Forgot that -
while I was still smiling to myself about playing with how the skin can sweetly work - that it was disappearing entirely.
And if months and moments disappear - then hey - did it ever really happen at all?
That's how memory drips. . . . . . .
And oozes. . . . . And greases my eyes with such a milky viscous that everything is thick with falsehood.
In the cold I couldn't see it.
In the cold I found plenty of other motives, and desirous souls to touch and build a make-believe humidity in refuge with.
But now the heat is pouring in through my 2 inches of window-pane again.
It's softening.
And it's strangling, as I walk through the city with the faintest dowsing of sweat all over.
When the city seems so much louder, so much more powerful - so very devoid of my foolish plans.
(This heartbreak city)
Because "Plans", such stupid things - are just mockery to our wallets, our minds, our hearts and our entire brackets of "Lives" that just didn't go the right way.
They all went haywire in a million directions that no one can tell if it's good or bad.
Now. Well, now they say I've got scars.
They say my body is building up bad things.
And I couldn't help but laugh -
when the doctor called - since, well, that's always been the case.
So could you spare me a little more of the summer evenings - when the sky fills up heavily - and I catch the warm amber strokes against my blue eyes, and colored metal bracelets, and last night's hair - and the car keeps driving - and there's tall grass and stars awaiting.
Cause I want to feel like how it is when the sun drowns into the horizon. Melting days into a fleeting twinkle of adventure.
Melting so many resolutions, so many mistakes and misreadings - into just another couple stories.
Just another time it didn't go one way.
It went another.
Headphones: Hootie's "Innocence", Dylan's "Times they are a'Changin", Adele's "Lovesong"
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