"So I wander and I wander. Your absence beating inside my chest. And I try, but I can't remember the color of your eyes - JUST THE SHAPE OF YOUR DRESS!
And through a garden overgrown, nah honey, it's a long walk home. I said I'd not come back, well I'm coming back-but I wont be alone"
And through a garden overgrown, nah honey, it's a long walk home. I said I'd not come back, well I'm coming back-but I wont be alone"
Last night I was half way listening to what she thinks she knows, I then realized we are just like children dressing, in our parents clothes saying
"Nobody knows me,
no one knows my name,No, nobody knows me,
nobody knows me..."
I then half-heartedly explained
but gave up peacefully ashamed
as a glass can only spill what it contains
its like we went to Portugal and Spain
and in her mind the entire time it rained!
a glass can only spill what it contains"
a glass can only spill what it contains"
I went back to where we stopped to talk. I realized our paths in life were a lot like the paths we were making in the snow in that parking lot. Yours were collected in one giant circle, just going around and around. Mine never crossed over, came to a meeting point, matched. I think that says something, you keep making the same mistakes and keep working your routine of bringing some poor helpless victim into your circle and going around and around until they finally leave. As for me, I am always striving to move forward, realize my mistakes, then fix them and continue on. That C.S. Lewis quote is amazing, and true. My heart was definitely wrung and broken, but not the way you were shooting for. My heart was broken for you. I realized you aren't the person I thought you were.
I Hope You Find Whatever It Is You Are Looking For.
