2 lines-Thought: Out Even when it becomes a struggle, they all leave the cage eventually.
Supposed To As mechanics,this should work in a certain way. One step after the other, and reactions brought by each situation. Mechanic as every single system, this is supposed to work the same way... just as these lines, that just as the lines before, go to one particular name. Because after things like that we're supposed to talk in a certain way, act like this, react this other way, give time to god knows what, think differently, feel differently... we're supposed to. Just like if afterwards, someone changes the channel and it's time to watch a different kind of show, one with different and unknown characters, people that we're supposed to become for one another just because. As mechanics we are supposed to respond, and stepping out of those lines is supposed to be wrong, feel wrong, considered as wrong... because we're supposed to change the whole perspective from one day to the other, and sadly knowing that we do. Just for tonight I wish I didn't have to do what I'm supposed to do, just say it, scream it and think it; because I can and no one has told me otherwise... but I'm just not supposed to. Lyrics by Radiohead That there
That's not me I go Where I please I walk through walls I float down the Liffey I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here I'm not here In a little while I'll be gone The moment's already passed Yeah it's gone And I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here I'm not here Strobe lights and blown speakers Fireworks and hurricanes I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here I'm not here Sink For Light Tell me it was true, and I'll buy it Tell me the sky is red and I will believe you Tell me there's no December after this September and I'll take it... Because my soul hears your silent voice and your words always sound honest to my ears. Tell me there's a king coming to clean up this mess Tell me I'll find answers if I sink in this water Tell me I will always reach out and touch you if I need to... Because there's one simple and well known line one that describes this trust and blind believing in you. Tell me about weird creatures and funny thoughts Tell me about everlasting nights and purple lips Tell me about sad memories and regrets from that 11th Just tell me what you think I should hear... Because I could just throw myself to it... everything knowing that the brave in me only comes out in the greatness of your words. Album With Cards, No Pictures This post could be like one of those songs that suddenly plays on the radio, and a bunch of people see themselves surprised as they all sing along. Just the beauty in the repeating of coincidences, within memories. Picture an album with cards instead of pictures, with plastic pages and individual spaces for each card, transparent plastic where to put the cards and see them easily, at first sight. Easy to take them away and put them back inside, a collection of cards that sometimes gain interest and some other times they get too boring to watch. Moving cards in and out, out and in. Whenever there are no new cards coming to the album, we enjoy watching the cards we already have, those cards that we have placed on the first pages because lately we feel like staring at them; and remembering there are some old cards that once were in these first pages, but for the moment are not very fun to stare at. An interesting sensation while thinking about certain cards, and how they became what they are now, going from old and forgotten pages to be renovated and placed back in the first pages just because the fun of staring at them feels the same, and changing the position of the cards can just entertain us for a while... and also avoid those hidden cards we rather put in the last pages, facing down. Lyrics by Kids In Glass House Is it so hard to remember
When we go back to September We were We were like. You're a throw back to forever In your denim jeans and leather Yes you Yeah we were like. All these things that you like to leave behind All these things that you like to leave behind. And if it matters at all If it matters at all You'll wait until your first time You'll wait until there's something wrong Cos you'll always be the one who says Goodnight, Goodnight, (Goodnight). I'm watching I'm choking As you took a draw back on a cinder Hanging limp between your fingers We were Yeah we were like. As you crashed out as a heartthrob When you woke up in a day job We were Yeah we were like We were like. All these things that you like to leave behind All these things that you like to leave behind. And if it matters at all If it matters at all You'll wait until your first time You'll wait until there's something wrong Cos you'll always be the one who says Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight. And if it matters at all If it matters at all You'll wait until your first time You'll wait until there's something wrong If it matters at all If it matters at all You'll wait until your first time You'll wait until there's something wrong Cos you'll always be the one who says Goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight 2 lines-Thought: Pop I did this to myself believing my plan was all figured out ...I guess I must fix it now.
Perfect Gift If I could make it appear, form into a beautiful shape, make it move, wrap it and send it with little notes to you, right to you... I would think of nice things, nice words and phrases... so this present becomes a pleasant one, a present that wouldn't make you cry so often, or get frustrated, but instead.. a present that would bring many constant smiles to your face. I would think of great music, fun and meaningful songs so this present represents that musical storage I'm sure would make you float on a cloud to imagine great spaces, great moments.. because this present would be able to take you there, whenever you wish to. I would think of kindness so this present is nice to you, treats you right... Because my magic would do that for you, and I believe it is what you deserve, something that is kind, leaving aside all the trouble other people have communicating and making efforts to be honest... my present would just be kind to you. If I could just get it done, create this for you, I would. If I could have it born and be ready for your time to be happy, I would. If I could make it a surprise that could change your rutine, I would. Because I know what's not right for you, I know it by experience, very well... so if I could just use some magic to create the perfect gift for you, I would. Why Not? I stopped that kiss from being sent, and I felt like my flesh was betraying my soul... Because I wanted that kiss to reach the target, so bad. And now all my head gets flooded with these questions and doubts, of when and why I should do things like this again. Because we question everything, and pure honesty seems to be as selfish as possible, turning this whole deal into such a terrible thought. If we want these things, why can't we just assume them? Not getting them would be a relief, but forbidding the choice of just wanting feels so black. Like covering the eyes of sincerity, and forgeting how human we all are just by wishing as simple as we can. I could jump ahead and see myself stopping more kisses like that one, and still asking myself in my mind why I would keep on doing so.
Decorating The pure fact is that there's no influence I could represent, no buttons I could press and make the ball move around, I never had that power over you. We both knew and know. But back then the pieces were too far away from each other to make any sense out of our puzzle baby, just too distant to call each other and get together, fitting for many expected answers. Now, the puzzle hangs on my wall where I get to see it when I want to. I know it's there, always, because the nails I used to make it stay you gave them to me, and you'd only give me the strong ones. Now I could decorate us in fun ways, because we know each other's manners and performances, like a constant role play, without the lying or the crappy stuff... just pure and honest fun. ...we know each other's manners, which makes the idea of this post, just a fact that you know very well, and no words are necessary to explain our behavior, our responses, our sarcastic chats. What I feel you know, and also that these goodbye words are already written on a letter that I take in my purse, because I'll wait for you to ask me.
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