"All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I'm gone
Flowers gathered in the evening,
Afternoon they blossom on;
Still are withered by the evening:
You can be me when I'm gone"
Two-part poem in The Kindly Ones.
We are going in circles. Looking back without glancing on your shadow is an almost impossible task.
I feel your desire to let go.
But are you positive that you really want to let go of me and not of her?
You basks in her memory and in my pain.
Memories and pain.
Mental prints of hurt and of dreadful longing.
9 crimes.
"Lead me out of this waste."
I don't generally snatch someone from somebody. But should I let go of YOU?
Is this worth it?
You asked me not to speak of you if ever we part. To pretend that the other is nonexistent.
Give me a pill... Reformat my brain.
Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind.
Pass it on a platter please.
Gobble it up. MAKE THIS CEASE.
Currently listening to: 9 crimes - damien rice
Currently feeling: nauseated