| | You know what makes this even harder...... Wednesday. 11.8.06 8:06 am Did you ever notice when you are not with the person that you love....you start to notice all the little things that you once took for granted. Everything that I used to think would always be there is gone now. And you know what makes this even harder? The fact that everything I see and hear reminds me of her. My room is still filled with pieces of our memories. Photos, a painting, a stuffed animal, a present, even her bag of sleepover clothes. I can't bring myself to take any of that stuff down. To me, that would be like losing hope....and right now...hope is the only thing keeping me from sinking completely. This morning I got online to check myspace. The main reason I even go to that site anymore is to check out new bands. I often get random messages from bands asking me to check them out. Well today...this random band sends me one of these messages....so I figure what the hell....it's nothing out of the ordinary. The band is called Without Tomorrow and the first song on their page is "I Wanted To" After listening to this song....I almost lost control of myself. It almost perfectly puts into words the way I'm feeling right now....of course a random band that I have never heard of before will have a song that hits me right in the face....what are the chances??? For anyone who wishes to check it out, go here: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=3090769
If that doesn't work....just run a search on "Without Tomorrow" on myspace. Just listen to the song and you'll understand what I mean. Anyway, I've been doing a lot of reminiscing lately. I know it's probably not the best thing for me, but I can't help it. I was looking back at all of the messages we sent to each other in my myspace inbox when I came across this one message from way back before we even started dating. The message was just a bunch of random questions that I asked her in an attempt to get to know her better. Well guess what? One of the questions I asked over a year and a half ago was: do you agree with this statement: "getting hurt again is better than not giving somebody a second chance" why or why not? If that question doesn't seem weird enough based on the situation we are in now.....her answer was this: yes becuase if i didnt give them a 2nd chance i would always wonder what if.
All I can say is....I just keep wishing she still has those feelings....
I'm in the same boat with you. » Dilated on 2006-11-08 09:02:46 And I don' tknow what either of us can do when we're confronted by the memories of the past, other than face them head on. Its good that you're trying to move on though... I'm trying. Not working out so well. » Dilated on 2006-11-08 09:03:23 If you are a member, try logging in again or accessing this page here. |
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Halfwayhome
And These Melodies Will Soar Over The Sea And Past Your Ears
Your Eyes Like Prisms Filter Snapshots Into Pools Of Bloodstained Tears
And These Words Are Like A Shot Piercing You Skin Into Your Veins
Lifting Your Eyelids Just Enough To Watch Me Slowly Drift Away
Emberghost
So much for reason when you need a reaction
Who needs discretion when you've got passion?
I retraced the lines, the terrain, and the contour
Caught your reflection in a maze of mirrors, well
Collecting thoughts with crazed determination
I came alive with renewed sense of purpose
My fear is that I wouldn't even know you if I saw you
And how could I live with myself then?
Answers time was to provide
Yield only to the white's of your eyes
And I am not here to mend goodbyes
I've come to name the whites of your eyes
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
But wait, now that I've found you,
situations from dark now change to gray
Disregarding my absence of memories,
it's perpetually blinding me of sanity,
and just when I'm giving in,
as I try to scale these walls
Jericho falls around me
and I feel that I've strayed too long
And darkness is fading in, and darkness is real
Oh my eyes
oh closing slowly
I try
Fate seems to recreate,
I just cannot escape,
Something holds me down and makes me
act a way I can't explain
Even now I can feel it coming over me choking me,
as I'm falling behind
You can say you know me,
but you have no clue what my dreams could show you
Taking Back Sunday
This glass house is burning down You light the match, I'll stick around I'll give you everything you want And wish the worst of what I was
"count on having clouded vision for...at least a little while"
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