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Writings from November of 2007 to April of 2009, or maybe the middle of 2010. |
| 3-20-08 Sometimes I like to derive a little fun being a recov-addict in a world full of addicts. It's not so bad, love. We can make this our new home. My heart is quiet and priceless. A film score that no one hears and no one sees but you. And maybe not you. I pull up sad songs and love songs and "I-don't-love-you" songs with my little remote, singing along to the future and what it does or does not hold. Sometimes we forget why we're here. Maybe all I want is a beautiful girl with a camera for a face so she can remind me of my innocence or of every detail I thought I'd once known or misplaced. You know it all too well if you don't know it at all. And maybe that's why I love you at all. I'll take on the world with my little remote and program the songs I already know by rote and if you don't like them I won't pretend. The sadness starts as lovers first, then friends. The sadness starts then ends. I can program the world with my little remote and I can hope in the present that she won't get hurt but if I push the wrong circuits I hope she'll know how much she's missed. I hope she'll know I love her and how much she's missed. Maybe I need a girl with a camera for a face to remind me of what I miss. |
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