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my older brother always told me to be cautious with guys from the city. something about their sensitivity to love being affected by the busy streets.
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
the important things.
FIND BEAUTY IN PLACES WHERE OTHERS HAVE NOT DARED TO LOOK.
—The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore
The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore- James Morrison
It’s time to surrender, it’s been too long pretending.
There’s no use in trying… when the pieces don’t fit anymore.
The pieces don’t fit here anymore.
i went to see someone who is very, very special perform at joe’s pub
i’ve known him for the last few months
we had to part ways on our journey together a couple weeks back
it was for the best.
i have never met a guy like him
he is filled with beautiful blue light and stars and everything
i had heard a couple of his songs in his room
when we were apart, his performances on youtube filled the emptiness
i like that his words are so applicable to any relationship
my friend who came with me noted that some of the songs weirdly relevant
funny, it did feel like some were about me and that was scary
there was one “see you around” that i feared while we were.
he dedicated it his siblings but as he started singing he messed up
i yelled “yolo” & he laughed then nodded…”yeah, yolo” & kept singing
it was amazing
he sung a song to me on our first date
i could never remember the name of it and
humming it never turned out quite right
his lovely friend sung it and boom.
it hit me & i looked inside
back to a month prior to our disconnect
blake running, dizzy, through the dark forest
i, wanted to be his light
he was the wolf and i the moon
the blue stage lights boosted me back and i knew
that i was just a speckle of light
after that i felt a release
everything was so sweet
i picked up parts of me that were hanging close to the ground
my smile was unlimited
i loved the performances, the cheering, my gin and tonic
seeing him live was like somersaulting in my dreams
i felt pure, fine, raw love for him
the night went incredibly well.
i noticed that many things were funny within and around me.
things that alanis would have LOVED to put in the revival of ’ironic’
i accepted them and they no longer were funny
i went in with the intention to feel and radiate love and it worked for me
thank u life. that was really cool.
I believe in god