Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder...
I stole this title.
It's many things: the distance, the time away, the hours upon hours of reflection. You replay it like a broken record. The musical loop that becomes you're background noise where it's pushed to that deep dark corner of your mind. Just there, the reflection, the play of light and I see into those captivating lenses.
At first you remove all emotion. Emotion clouds clarity, clouds cognition, clouds the cerebral. Then you walk, it doesn't matter which direction, walk... you'll find yourself inevitably heading towards that which is most comfortable and convenient... you never arrive: keep walking or settle.
What is it that makes you walk?
That question beaten and battered, blood soaked and broken bones... slam you face against the pavement, pound your bleeding knuckles at the brick wall, brick break back best, and run - tear your shirt off and run, screaming bloody mary bloody fucking mary to the night sky hoping and wishing the heavens hear your cry.
There was that one time I would have gladly died right there.
And there you were, and here I was. What foolishness is this, that we tempt the gods. Lives, futures, hang in the balance, but those moments. I'd trade nothing and keep them all to myself. There we were, and here I am. Before you I stood, letter in hand... the voice came from the heart and I said, I said here I stand. I exist not in memory not in life and not in death but in flux. Change is the only thing that never changes... so change is constant. CLEER. Than that was us, there we were, as I stand there we stood. Our lives ahead of us n that day. Celebration for accomplishing what was really the big inside joke. Now our lives ahead and that was a story, now I got a story. That was high, how we were high. Hardly awake, barely slept, and there we were by the ocean force wave after wave we fought nature at the top of our lungs we shouted at the top of our lungs. Is that all you got? That was then, and this is now, and here we stand.
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