SoliloquyI want to write something sunny,
Something bright and full of delight,
But the world keeps spinning faster;
It keeps spinning into the night.
How do I write of butterflies
When all I see are moths?
How do I write of victory
When all I see are sloths?
Looking for the silver lining
Is easier said than done.
They say keep moving forward,
But life weighs a ton.
Doors keep getting closed,
And their keys keep getting lost,
And this just makes me wonder,
What would giving up cost?
My mind tells me it’s not worth it,
My heart declares that isn’t so,
And my soul just keeps on screaming;
It keeps screaming Go! Go! Go!
I’ve tied a knot around my wrist
To remind me of my goal.
I’ve changed all my radio stations
So they sing the songs of the soul.
How could I live with myself
Upon giving up a dream?
How could I think of backing down
When things aren’t what they seem?
So I’ll just keep on going,
Keep looking towards the sun,
For when all of this is over,
I can rej
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A new pulse sets my life now.
It beats the rhythm of a thousand memories, all jumbled and fragmented and running and repeating like a ripped up film reel. Sometimes it's the pulse that powers them. Sometimes it's the pulse that makes them jar and stutter. But all the time I can see them swimming in silver ribbons above me, in the murk below the surface.
And sometimes ripples swirl on the surface, and they spread and push memories closer to me, even the ones I thought for sure I'd lost.
And sometimes the surface breaks completely and I can hear you...
Visitor; the first.
Now, I bet you're smiling with that silly smile - the one that, when I first saw you, smoking by the fence in school, made me want to stare at you and never stop. And later when you came to acknowledge my existence, you'd let me. And you'd let me touch you too. But we never called it love; we called it infatuation, because love was not for you and me.
Remember those times we'd spend in that room, ge