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So, I reflected upon my weekend too. And I'd write it word for word... But I'm afraid I really can't do that. And I'd even write part of it... But I don't know how to explain it. Not only the reality of the events...but the fxcked up dream that came after it. We'll just contemplate the dream. I didn't like the dream first of all. I wouldn't say it scared me necessarily, but it was wayyy too real. It's one of those things I'd try to avoid, but I feel that it's coming faster than I'd like. And I don't want to end up having to make a decision. Because I know I did in my dream, but it'd end up differently in reality. You just seemed so hurt. Well, both of you did. But the other seemed royally pissed off in a way I've never seen before. And I found it ridiculous how I had to take a walk to deal with it. And I found it odd that my end result wasn't even happy, although it brought be to tears. I don't know. I don't get it. I hope I won't have to deal with it. OK Go is really making me quite happy (: Such as Shortly Before the End and Return. "How long did we all think this all would last? Who could have counted days as they flew past? But before we go, sing us a song. Sing us a song to hum through the hours of dying. Who would have though it'd come as such a show? A pink and silver day... who was to know? Even as we go, sing us a song. Sing us a song, to hum through the hours of dying." "Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that are all think and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them now -- displaced they're easily more safe -- the worst of it now: I can't remember your face. Return. For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure. The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their toll, and things get bent into shape... Antiseptic and tired, I can't remember your face. Return. You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old, you were supposed to grow old. Return. You were supposed to return." |
