Sigh
Well, I’ll wait till you listen, I wont say a word to follow your instincts. It just never worked for me. Your silent but strong,and your noticing nothing again. Now I’m lying on the table, with everything you said. Keeping mind the way that it felt. When the most I could do was to just blame myself. And I know you know, everything.I know you didn’t mean it. So, we’re talking forever, and you almost feel better. But, betters no excuse for tonight. You see, it’s never been enough, just to leave all you gave up. But, its never good enough to feel right. Yes, I’m lying on the table, with everything you said. It will all catch up eventually. Well, it caught up and honestly. The weight of my decisions were impossible to hold. Drop everything, start it all over. Remember more then you’d like to forget.
S2k11
Human Race
Look at us. Running around. Always rushed, always late. I guess, that’s why they call it human race. What we crave most in this world is connection. And for some people, it happens at first sight. It’s when you know, you know. It’s fate working its magic. And that’s great for them. They get to live in pop songs, ride the express train. But that’s not how the way it really works. For the rest of us, it’s a bit less romantic. It’s complicated and messy. It’s about horrible timing and fumbled opportunities and not being able to say what you need to say when you need to say it. At least, that’s the way it was for me. But sometimes it slows down just enough for all the pieces to fall into place. Fate works its magic and you’re connected.
Every once in a while, amid all the randomness, something unexpected happens, and it pushes us all forwards. And the truth is, what I’m starting to think, what I’m starting to feel, is that maybe the human race, isn’t a human race at all.
The story starts…
With a digital smile.
Keyboard conversations and the standard question and answer.
The feeling of satisfaction, the lack of interaction, still close to perfection.
The city sleeps at mine,
The sun shines at you.
Time stops at mine,
So I could catch up with you.
The thrill of not knowing,
Excited every morning.
Creating an imaginary memory,
The perfection between you and me.
With every letter strike, now had a habit of check my mail every second with every signal send.
With every wrong interpretations, words shouldn’t have to be true, but at least come out of you.
