Friday, June 15, 2007 4:18 PM
being with and without all at once.
It's a view of a hundred thousand thorns and flowers all in one. It hurts and comforts all the same. Funny how much it reminds me of a Velvet Revolver song which title I have on the tip of my tongue and yet I can't find the words to say it. The destructive violence is ever evident and yet the drum beats calm you down, somewhat.
You know there's no chance in forevermore yet a part of you holds on hoping that that last lingering stare meant more than a quick glance. That the words written were written with you in mind. And that the sweet voice and genuine laugh you hear from eavesdropping will be yours to openly admire.
To me it compares to the drum addiction. Consuming in that every time your eyes lock on the fairly affordable drumsticks lying in your bookcase, dread comes over you reminding that a drum set will be unaffordable and only the metal sides of your bunker would be the closest drum you can practice on. It's right there and yet beyond physical reach.
It's amazing how much you think about it when you can't have it.
It's amazing the lengths you go to to hang on to the idea that 'incompatible' and 'could be better' are the only phrases used to describe it.
It's amazing how much power curiosity owns.
This is one long wait. It has always been. Sometimes it's just a little bit hard to follow through.
"We're all Roxannes loving the illusion of love."- Bigger than the Sky
Oh, blimey!
minx wrote at4:18 PM
