Moments That Must Remain Just....Fleeting

Everybody deserves to be adored
Why would you settle for less
When the world gives you more?

"I want someone to take beautiful pictures...
Is that weird?
I love the look of people in black and white. Put to film. I find the pictures of others and wonder if someone finds them of me. I want someone to see me through the lens. Rule of thirds me into their pictures. Note the lighting. The Contrast.
Some nice back light. An interesting setting. I'll smile or not.
Just someone, take some beautiful pictures."


"She fell and he didn't. That is always a tragic situation."

"It’s timeless with you. The day moves on, everything is a little more beautiful. I don’t understand myself around you. Things come more easily and you could probably get me to do anything."


"-I forget everyday of my life that you wear glasses."
"-What? Oh, yeah, I do too."

"I still can not move. My fingers tap but my shoulders sink.
Maybe I’m afraid that too many other sensory additions will make me forget today. Why is it that with you I always want to remember the mundane?"


"When she brings him up, I get really uncomfortable. I don't want to say negative things about him and I can't say positive things around her.
I just fall quiet and listen and shake my head.
I feel like I betray them both."

I wish you would kiss my forehead again and let me dance on your shoes.

"For the last time with the blue seats. The walls that used to be a pumpkin orange. Hawaiian shirts. The lights dim. He was late. A final Ooh that I don't participate in. The announcement of efficiency. Don't get hurt.

I almost fear today. New and Old in charge mix like water and vinegar."

I just want to pick up and leave so badly in stirs my insides. To the point where I almost drive past my highway exit every day. There's something exciting behind the cardboard cutout mountains that I have always lived east of. No plan. Just wherever the road goes.



"I want to find a moment, when I have nothing waiting and find myself. Realize myself.
I want to take a risk. And have something I could lose. I'm starting to dislike this safety I live in."

Lately, I don’t think you of you at all
Or wonder what you’re up to or how you’re getting on
I never think of calling you or how things could have been
Or wonder where you sleep at night or whose arms you wake in
I’m living alone, living alone I don’t need you anymore

I've been finding songs lately that make me think of you. And I'm pretty sure not only would you hate every song, but you'd hate what they're saying about you. And it's just too bad. Because I really like them. 

I'm glad you're not calling and not answering. I can't really handle talking to you right now anyway. I know you're done. But you should know that I am too.

"He sits next to me listening and to himself. Turned away as if to pretend I'm not here.
Though,
I don't really open up myself.
How did we get to this?
And what if we never speak of it, never address it? Is it going to be left alone, never finished.
I saw it coming to an end, but never like this.
With gentle silence and heavy glances. He'll never say a word."

But you don't want love
Keeping you awake at night


From the beginning, they were for me.

"Empty theatre are romantic.
Perhaps that's why I find myself at home in mine. Why the theatre is my favorite place to visit or work.
There is potential and expectation. The buzz of excitement.
And if you are there alone. Or sharing it another.
There's magic.
It's the only place I've known love."

Time is short and I'm sure
There must be something more
You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn't get to heaven, but you made it close



And just as it began, it ended. The author of my life must really enjoy foreshadowing.



"I guess it was a conversation I'd been waiting to have with her for awhile. And just as they always happen the car was dark, the windows cracked and I was nervous her brother might be hiding in the grass again. We approached this subject with tentative and allusive statements. And there was irony all over the place."

I can't keep running away from growing up.

"Phone calls can only go so far and for so long. I don't want to lose this. How do I say goodbye?
Probably like every other time. We'll talk until the sun is almost rising and then there will be tears and quiet and having nothing to say after hours of conversation.
And you'll stand on the driveway.
And I will drive away with beads of sorrow falling onto the steering wheel and not know how to stop.

We've always had a flair for the dramatic."

It's dark in places I can't explain.
Yesterday is gone.

"And there was sadness.

The kind that hits under the heart, behind the eyes and sinks there.
And when you think it's gone, it sneaks back and it stings. Just raw and it stings."


The hug and the kiss and I was done. Like being on the wrong side of the river the ferry won't be returning to and there was no getting back and nothing he could do about it. I can't remember what was said. But it was like speaking at my own funeral. How do I want to be remembered? Just promise you won't forget.
Promise that you won't forget me.

"And when the sadness was over, the night was perfect. With people I love. From the bottom of my heart, I have loved growing up with them and watching them grow up.

My watch doesn't know how to fit right yet.
How very much like I feel. I don't know how to sit right with this feeling yet."

Do I have the right to complain about this? When I used to not have it and not want it... now I don't want what I have. It's not for lack of trying, he went above and beyond and there and back again. He is just not the right person. Is it fair that I feel bad for just really wanting to keep things the way they are?