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| THE PAST, PRESENT, TENSE? |
| 10.07.04 (6:25 am) [edit] |
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Our past is what we are made of now, the one that gives us a whack in the side of our head when we trying to do some stupid things we already did. It’s like the shadow that kicks its real object, spitting chewed water on your face, annoying voice on your sleep, disturbing pointed finger, stupid dead sheep re-counting, an unwanted warning you never considered. And there you are standing next to me, try making your first big step to get out of your past but you just can’t really move. Maybe it’s because the foot seems too heavy, or the darker shade of your shadow has covered you, maybe because they’re all get you tense, may be if you put your hands in mine and we walk together, maybe it’s not gonna be that heavy. Maybe. There is no past that we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternally new now that builds and creates itself out of the Best as the past withdraws. Goethe, Johann Wolfgang Von |
posted by: 'ade' (reply)
post date: 10.12.04 (12:42 am)
if i fell in love with u..
would u promised to be true..
n help me understand..
coz i've been in love before..
n i found that love was more than just holding hand..
(beatles - if i fell)
posted by: ;p (reply)
post date: 10.12.04 (8:01 am)
and still the hardest part for you
to put your trust in me
i love you more than i can say
why won't you just believe?
Trust (The Cure)
posted by: Totsy (reply)
post date: 10.14.04 (11:19 am)
Told you, you sexy bastard;)
Hugs,
-TS-