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| 30.8.05 |
| it doesn't matter who sarah is |
and it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time
as i stared at my shoes in the icu that reeked of piss and 409
and i rationed my breaths as i said to myself that i'd already taken too much today
as each descending peak on the lcd took you a little farther away from me
amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
it stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
but i knew that you were a truth i would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
and i looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the tv entertained itself
'cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
and then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
but i'm thinking of what sarah said:
that "love is watching someone die"
so who's gonna watch you die?
you should get this.
i apologize for not writing something that i wrote myself, but this song really hit me tonight. i haven't had much to say in general recently. i find the words of others to be more important than mine.
this weekend i went back to washington and i found myself not knowing how to answer, "so how is la?" it's a pretty simple question that perhaps should have been answered by a simple, "great", because it is great. it just is. i just am. and i am happy. |
| posted by Paige @ 8:50 PM |
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