dire straits, sultans of swing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z2nQZPC2uTs
there is a moment in this song, a wonderful, magnificently captivating moment in this song.
allow it to take you, take it. suspend cognition and just be in it, in this moment that you could take.
it is a good moment and it will always be there for you.
in this moment i thought of joanne. i was afraid but i still thought, i gave it my thought. and the moment rose through me and as me. it was the best of my love for her, for joanne. it was my love and it was simply as it was, the best thing it was. and my love was the best it could be, the best it was. i accepted my love at its best. i could finally see it in its best, and i accepted it as that, forever.
it was me in that moment. all i have are fucked up feelings, but in that moment all was finally and wonderfully alright.
listen to this strange man and these wonderfully strange sounds coming from his guitar and there it is. there is my love for her.
i can't capture the moment anymore. but it echoes, and its soft resonances evoke the thought of my love, my perfect love, or, my love as it is perfected, although it will never be.
(ok then.)
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
CXLVI - it does when i think about it
i remembered a conversation i had a year ago, or maybe two years ago, with an old friend. she asked me, does seeing her hurt?
it was something like that, something to that effect. i can't remember the exact words of that line. but i remember saying, after a long (and at the time, meaningful, well i thought so) pause, i said, it does when i think about it.
and she said, well, then you should stop thinking about it.
and at the time i laughed. or at least i smiled, and i think i would have smiled bravely. but the point is that i didn't listen, and at the time i was sure that listening would be stupid.
but she knew better. i admit.
and you knew. you always knew. somehow i always believed but you always knew.
i don't hold anything against anyone for it, it's just how things are. and it's not my place to at all.
maybe you could never explain to me how you always knew, but i'm sure i could never explain to you how i always believed.
it was something like that, something to that effect. i can't remember the exact words of that line. but i remember saying, after a long (and at the time, meaningful, well i thought so) pause, i said, it does when i think about it.
and she said, well, then you should stop thinking about it.
and at the time i laughed. or at least i smiled, and i think i would have smiled bravely. but the point is that i didn't listen, and at the time i was sure that listening would be stupid.
but she knew better. i admit.
and you knew. you always knew. somehow i always believed but you always knew.
i don't hold anything against anyone for it, it's just how things are. and it's not my place to at all.
maybe you could never explain to me how you always knew, but i'm sure i could never explain to you how i always believed.
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