7.26.2006
7.23.2006
Failing
Some summer mornings
little thoughts come uninvited,
they pop out of nowhere to remind me
of things we've done.
Do you remember...?- he said
and then we realize we live in the past
It becomes the constant in our future
what ties us together forever
and what keeps our imaginations alive.
We feed from old memories
failing to create new ones
We feed from nostalgia
We feed from something we are not anymore.
little thoughts come uninvited,
they pop out of nowhere to remind me
of things we've done.
Do you remember...?- he said
and then we realize we live in the past
It becomes the constant in our future
what ties us together forever
and what keeps our imaginations alive.
We feed from old memories
failing to create new ones
We feed from nostalgia
We feed from something we are not anymore.
7.21.2006
Wondering
Somehow I knew I was right about Mr. Dylan
His charismatic depressive ballads should not be taken seriously.
But what if not this, then guides me?
don't be confused, it does not define us
but it certainly leave us wondering
I think you should always question
but still, never stop hoping
We gave up a long time ago...
But still
You should never leave me
His charismatic depressive ballads should not be taken seriously.
But what if not this, then guides me?
don't be confused, it does not define us
but it certainly leave us wondering
I think you should always question
but still, never stop hoping
We gave up a long time ago...
But still
You should never leave me

