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| I don't know how I got myself into this situation... it all seems like a bad joke, or just incredibly bad timing. Its ironic is it not? That the very thing we know we want, we can't touch, because we're afraid of breaking away from what we know to be as comfortable or secure. Well I don't know what to make of it, except laugh at the moment, or wonder whether there will be another like it? The world, and not people tend to be pulled away from one another.. lost into a cycled and recycled ocean of possibilities.. hoping, in your little bit of space, that the next one will be it.
"... the faint sound of brass and silver being repetitively strummed... emanates in my ears as the song played on repeat isolates one line.. "will I runaway or will I hide?"... and finishes the night..."
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| There are a lot uncertainties in life.
The uncertainty of the future. A relationship. A girl. Yourself. Only naming a few.
And it does not help to just leave them be. Nor does it help to envelope yourself in worry.
So what can you do when you don't know the outcome of something you will put most of if not all of your effort into?
Don't ask me. I would not know either.
Regardless of the reasons, whether futile or nay, you will try anyways. Because somewhere inside you. So deep inside you, you don't even know where it comes from. There is a little bit of yourself that just always wants to try. Sometimes you can suppress it, and sometimes it gets the better of you. But after everything, the hours of worrying, the unavailing hours of depression, the innumerable heartaches, you realize you become a better person because of it. I'm not saying anything new, and I'm not implying anything to anybody.
I'm only stating the obvious, for myself.
Because sometimes we forget that everything good or bad has a consequence.
And in the words of George Bernard Shaw,
"Nothing is worth doing unless the consequences may be serious".
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| The rush of summer comes
Fast like a thunder storm
Almost unexpectedly
The unbearable heat turns warm
The rush of summer comes
And the leaves begin to blow
The fireflies and lightning bugs
Ascend like stars and glow
The rush of summer comes
As the fireworks explode
A spectacular sight to behold
As the sun sets by the road
The rush of summer comes
As love fills the air
Its you and me lying down
Her hands move through my hair
The rush of summer comes
Bringing down the rain
Having someone just to hold
Relieves you of the pain
The rush of summer comes
And the nights cast a chill
Your counting days and counting stars
On top of a small hill
The rush of summer comes
Bringing with it dawn
The leaves begin to change now
And the summer love has gone
The rush of summer comes
And before you know it disappears
The leaves are falling to the ground
Falling like your tears
The rush of summer comes
Too fast for you to know
And before you even realize
Its time for you to go
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| Where do we go from here?I sigh deeply affected by the consequences of my actions.
Lost in my own world I was unaware of reality; the real world.
And the perfect sunset became a faint memory in the consuming blackness.
Night had come and blotted out the colors of an otherwise sublime trice.
A solitary voice rung deep in my cranium; what went wrong?
All in a matter of minutes the sweetness turned bitter, the laughter to tears, and the existence to oblivion.
Yet trickling down like soft rain, a little bit of expectancy escapes.
Floating freely like dust it lands and manifests into hope, awaiting in wonderment of its future outcome.
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| what unusual timing.. but I'm content beyond belief.
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