I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Monday, August 9, 2010
The B Train
I'd leave the memory of you at the station, if it didn't already know the way home.
trains are amazing...often you have to eat meals and drink wine and beer with people you don't know. yes i know that can be painful!...I know im being a little strange today. Your post is wonderful...but i LOVE trains...you can even play guitar on a train while you think about the one you love loved or will love :)
my goodbyes were never train station glances and crying in the crook of her neck[so pretty] they were straight-to-voicemail calls and an airplane that still haunts my sunday mornings.
One can only hope, that you and i look to the same constellations at night, the same array of stars that have remained constant for billions of years. Wondering, wishing, waiting to see if there is truly something in this world that will remain the same because, we both know nothing in this world lasts forever. So we look to the sky, for hope, for inspiration from the stars. Who have managed to stay together this long…..they are the nearest things to forever that we will ever witness, that we will ever come across. - P.R.C.
not only does it know the way home, but I'd probably slip a map into its pocket before I left it there. because as much as I want to get rid of it...it's all I have left of you.
And I wish these thoughts would just stay were I want them to go. I'm the little thin slots I stick them in. But they are ghosts and they can walk through walls. And they will find you despite the fact that it kills me.
as for me, the memory knows the way home, and it keeps luring on my mind and it doesn't want to get ridden away. :<
ReplyDeleteyou never know who youll meet on a train
ReplyDeletetrains are amazing...often you have to eat meals and drink wine and beer with people you don't know. yes i know that can be painful!...I know im being a little strange today. Your post is wonderful...but i LOVE trains...you can even play guitar on a train while you think about the one you love loved or will love :)
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart ... Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens. - Carl Jung
ReplyDeleteif only i could, leave the memory, forget all that blood.
ReplyDeleteBut it's stained my heart with thoughts of you.
my goodbyes were never train station glances and
ReplyDeletecrying in the crook of her neck[so pretty] they were
straight-to-voicemail calls and an airplane that still haunts
my sunday mornings.
Above our heads lies a still life painting
ReplyDeleteOne can only hope, that you and i look to the same constellations at night, the same array of stars that have remained constant for billions of years. Wondering, wishing, waiting to see if there is truly something in this world that will remain the same because, we both know nothing in this world lasts forever. So we look to the sky, for hope, for inspiration from the stars. Who have managed to stay together this long…..they are the nearest things to forever that we will ever witness, that we will ever come across. - P.R.C.
you understand.
ReplyDeleteso...well.
not only does it know the way home, but I'd probably slip a map into its pocket before I left it there. because as much as I want to get rid of it...it's all I have left of you.
ReplyDeleteMemories have a heart and mind of their own I think. And I have wonderful memories of that trip.
ReplyDeleteAnd from this day forward, when I stare at those same stars... my one fervent wish is to hop a train with you some fine day.
ReplyDeleteI adore your work in general but this one was perfect - your ability to capture the exact emotion is astounding. keep it up :)
ReplyDeleteWhenever I see the train here in the city, it always reminds me of you :(
ReplyDeleteI still leave the memory at the station, because it wouldn't fit in a train. Too bad it flies on a magic carpet weaved of lies.
ReplyDelete-KU
And I wish these thoughts would just stay were I want them to go.
ReplyDeleteI'm the little thin slots I stick them in.
But they are ghosts and they can walk through walls.
And they will find you despite the fact that it kills me.