Don't play with it

Throwback post...?

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

If people want to walk out of your life - let them go.

spent most of last night...dragging this lake
for the corpses of all my past mistakes
sell me out, the jokes on you
he is salt and you are the wound
empty another bottle
and let me tear you to pieces
this is me wishing you into the worst situations
i'm the kind of kid that can't let anything go
but you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat
-"My heart is the worst kind of weapon" FOB

[...skipped a summer part on shopping...]

***

Saturday was the closing of a chapter.

Officially, it was the last day of summer. Last day because public transport doesn't run on Sunday and Monday.

The four of us went to the beach. It was delightful.

Me and Sher laid in the sand along the shore, chatted randomly. Shamz was taking pics. Ru laying on the sand by our bags.

In a way, that day indeed felt like an end to something. There was an edge of finality to everything about it. Whether the four of us chose to acknowledge it... or not.

Whether the finalty lies within that of the end of summer... or the end of the time when we are young, first time out of school and not employed. The sort of innocence and naivety that lies within that period thats soon to end. Or maybe, who knows, a disintegration of the foursome itself.

The chapter concluded with this weird path in the sky. How's that for irony. I wonder who's path it is... whether it was a metaphor for the four of us being on the same path.. or maybe realizing our paths... who knows.

It was delightful and calming. I liked it. Happy days.

*********

your remorse hasn't fallen on deaf ears
rather ones that just don't care
...
now i'll teach you a lesson for keeping secrets from me
...
every line is plotted and designed
to leave you standing on your bedroom windows ledge
and everyone else that it hits
that it gets to...is nothing more than collateral damage
-"My heart is the worst kind of weapon" FOB

*does courtesy bow*
*waves*
ciao.

Posted by Shells :: 11:53 AM