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The last three years have been "educational" Yeah right as if I didn't have enough stuff to learn in class, life, and even from you the reader.
I have learned that trust is the hardest thing to hold on to. And microwave pizzas some how remain frozen in the center no matter how long you cook them. Not entirely too sure on that last one.
I have also learned that sometimes no matter how hard you try and forget someone, you never really can. That broken hearts equal broken minds and destroyed body, and a life of solitary confinement of the mind.
My closest friends are happy and married, and they love one another so deeply. I am in awe of their relationship.
Trust, Trust, Trust, yeah trust . Let it go , and free your mind and your a** will follow.
*Closes my eyes and pulls my knees to my chest, and cries silently*
I miss you, why is it three years later I am still having this conversation with myself.
Then there is you Lark. Your birthday is next month, and I find myself talking to you about this too. I opened the box you sent me. I saw the cartuche with our name on it and I cried, big suprise right? Thought not. I did however put it on finally. I don't cry as much when I think about you, and I don't wish I could have changed anything in the mission anymore. I know you are "smiling down" I just wish you were around to get me through this patch with Klima..
Sooner or later, all things come to an end, Ijust wasn't ready for yours, or ours.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’
The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.
Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.
What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.
That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me
The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.
Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.
Pablo Neruda
 Prufalas Devoncroix · Thu Jan 28, 2010 @ 09:30am · 1 Comments |
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