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How can I say what I feel? I can't. Double standards, undesirable, and no realistic expectations of ever getting it resolved. What can I say? To who? Now, would it even matter? Too little, too late. Too bad for me, I guess. The loudest thing I can say is nothing at all. Just an exit from the play, or end of this show. I quit.
We agreed this city was like a morgue. You said we should liven things up around here.
Open up your chest and let the birds free.
Can somebody help me out here? Put me down like a horse with a broken leg; an old dog foaming at the mouth.
I wish you could see yourself standing there now. So tall, so proud, so bold. Do you recognize those footprints in the sand? They have always been your own. It's beautiful. So what's another day to spend away from her and die a little more inside? Its just another day to lie awake and wonder...I've written a thousand pages in her name, and I just want to know, does she ever regret? Does she miss our love? My soul has shattered and fallen to the floor. I still remember your face and how beautiful you were to me. When we were beautiful, together. Looking back, it was so beautiful. It could have been so beautiful. I tried to understand you, but I can't.
Avoid that, that best feeling possible.
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