Already the sky is fading and soon the dawn will glimmer about us like the bottom of the sea.
The Moviegoer
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Pity, take pity on me
‘cause I’m not half the man that I should be
Always turning to run
from the people I should not be afraid of
And darling, you should know
that I have fantasies about being alone
It’s like love is a lesson,
that I can’t learn
I make the same mistakes at each familiar turn
I know you can’t hold out forever
waiting on a diamond and a tether
from a boy who won’t swim
but who will dip his toe in
just to keep you here with him
I’ve got this habit I abhor
When we go out I’m always watching the door
as if there’s someone I’m gonna see
who could outdo the things you do to me
And I know you can’t hold out forever
waiting on a diamond and a tether
from a boy who won’t fly
but who will take to the skies if he thinks you are about to say goodbye
Pity, take pity on me
‘cause I’m not half the man that I should be
And I don’t blame you,
you’ve had enough,
of all these empty promises and countless bluffs
‘cause I know you can’t hold out forever
waiting on a diamond and a tether
from a boy who won’t jump when he falls in love
He just stands with his toes on the edge
and he waits for it to disappear again
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4 Holding my breath.
I don’t want to breathe until you come back, because if I exhale there’s no way to stop myself from crying for days. You can’t even begin to imagine how much you hurt me with those words; even silence feels better. Now all that hurt is just hanging there between us and i don’t know how to make it go away. I know this is what you said you wanted, and maybe-in time- we’ll come full circle and be the way we used to be, but back then it was us against the world instead of us against each other. But I’m still waiting with baited breath and i’ll never get used to this silence.
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8Thin Air
As I’m reading another Jon Krakauer book (this time Into Thin Air), I can’t help but equate my own experiences to events in the lives of people much more daring than myself, most of whom die alone somewhere in the wilderness, usually in the cold. Anyway, Into Thin Air is an account of the final days of several mountaineers who meet their ends near the summit of Mount Everest, narrated from the perspective of one of the only survivors of a rogue snowstorm. For weeks, the ill-fated climbers struggled up the world’s tallest mountain in the bleakest kind of weather imaginable. Each day, they drew nearer to the summit with the hopes of achieving a dream that, for some of them at least, had consumed their whole lives. Some of them never made it to the highest point on earth. This is not for lack of drive, or care, or determination. It isn’t even that destiny hadn’t designed for their success. It just was. For whatever reason, or for no reason at all, the grip of nature upon them wouldn’t let go. These poor souls just couldn’t shake the depressive force of atmospheric pressure. I would argue, however, that coming within sight of accomplishment and only just falling short is better than fulfilling that impossible goal, because from the top of the world the only way to go is down, and nothing will ever matter after that moment where one stands at the summit- alone, exhausted, and still only halfway done. I am only ever in progress, and that is by my own self-destructive design. The storm will roll in whether I’m at the top or at base camp, but i’m afraid and would always rather be at a safe distance. Besides, the top of the mountain never held any joy for anyone. It’s a lonely place, and I’m running out of oxygen. I’m all out of words.
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Nothing Is Absolute And General: Torpid
She is benumbed. What by, no one knows. You may regurgitate words of affirmation, to prompt her into believing that everything is slender and beautiful. Perhaps buy her a cup of coffee to ease the lines on her forehead. All these are not feasible. Her thoughts are so obscure, that not even she…
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