Manalight

I think I need assistance. My problem is re-occuring again. I think...I need relief. None of this ever seems to fade.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Delicate.

So why'd you fill my sorrows with the words you borrowed from the only place you've known?
And why'd you sing Hallelujah, if it means nothing to ya? Why'd you sing with me at all...?

We might live like never before. When there's nothing to give, well how can we ask for more?



How can we ask for more when we know there's nothing that can be done about it?


Why do I struggle with what I don't know?

Why don't I ever try a challenge?

Am I really that afraid of failing?

Why would she lead me on like that...I mean, it was only a couple days ago we talked about how what happened between us was just because we both needed recluse.


I'm starting to think we stayed together out of fear of dying alone.


Who knows. I am so confused right now. I don't think I've ever wanted so many people at the same time before. This is overwhelming. Distance is such a terrible obstacle. It's the only barrier that holds me back. The only thing that keeps me in place.
This imbalance, and this need to feel comforted for no particular crime.
I'm such a self-absorbed person.

Don't throw yourself like that in front of me. I kissed your mouth, your back...is that all you need? What I am to you is not real. What I am to you, you do not need. What I am to you is not what you mean to me, you give me miles and miles of mountains, and I'll ask for the sea.

I wish I could put these expressions into music. I try, but I get discouraged. I'll work on that.

I've been thinking a lot about that night, back on the beach in your neighborhood. When we were all gathered around. It was beginning to get dark outside. I remember looking up at the stars, and the next thing I knew you were on top of me. Your lips touching mine. You gave me memories that will last me for the rest of my life. I miss you so much sometimes. All of these people here, they can't ever give me the comfort you gave me. They'll never know how to look at me and be able to calm my every worry and problem with just a glimpse of amber eyes.

Oh well. Time to go play some music.

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