Semi Death

I always find myself in a semi death experience. The scenario plays again like an airplane crash not far away. When I fall asleep, I wonder if I will wake up dead. Everything begins to turn around and my mind spins into circles.

Tangled. Interrupted silences. Locked up in the labyrinths of time. A new feature. Captured in photographs. Teenage tourists never felt so good. Add it to the memory pile where I may touch on them again when running low.

Your screams overtake the landing just as they overtook the take off. Closed off in that perfect circle. Dancing in a pagan time. Due to arrive, preparing for it all. Keep looking, keep watching......these perfect photographs are worth your lifetime.

Now we're here, we're there. Contradicting the advice but I need a second life due. It's all in the end. Living and dying by features. All in aesthetic pleasure. It's nice if it feels good but what if there's nothing to it? I don't really want to live by it but I'm sure everybody else does.

I always find myself in a semi-death experience. When I feel freer away from you even when your hands are around my throat. Even then I can see their eyes watching. If they only knew how disjointed love can be. I wouldn't hesitate to tell them that.

Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

Your Love Life is Like Casablanca

"Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time." For you, love is never finished. If you've loved someone once, you'll always love them. You're an old fashioned romantic... even if your relationships don't end up as romantic as you'd like. Your love style: Traditional and understated Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Complicated and ambiguous

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A Disappearing World

Maybe when I go to sleep, it'll be alright. You and me won't exist in anything other than our seperate dreams. A cause for respite in case you're getting too close. I'm not feeling anything. Disillusioned, disorientated. I'm not even sure where I stand or where I lay. Nothing can be classed as a home.

Class everything as private. A disappearing world. Falling echoes hit the bomb. Falling echoes hit the bomb. Part nine of an ongoing saga is to be continued. Screw the lights up to be part of something else. I can't think of anything else. It's like a walking obsession. To feel part of something that is not.

And when the bomb falls, we're all victims. So we're just falling to our knees, waiting for it to happen. It's only when I wake up do I find that you still exist in some way. Sometimes I wish my dreams were reality. And that we'd all just disappear. Just for a day or two at least.

That's What Memories Are Made Of

I didn't know whether I should kiss you again after you kissed me. Those eyes of yours were so full. The way you brought my face down. You see I didn't know if it was just for the new year or if it was something else. I didn't know if you were standing with your boyfriend or he was your friend's boy. I should get over my indecision sometimes but it wouldn't make a difference. I'd still have something to complain about.

There was something in the atmosphere that was different from usual. It was not like what I was used to it at all. Besides, eventually you'd get bored, just like we all do and I don't smoke so I end up being a complete waste unless you were willing to quit. It's such a minefield, I don't want to take the next step that blows me up to bits. And you know how that is. I'm sure you've had some relationship like that. Congratulations if you haven't.

I won't beat myself up for not getting to know you more, it was perfect the way it was. Who knows......it was probably just something you did to pass the new year. And what better way too. If that's what memories are made of.