There's not been one, in my life, in a relationship, that I've truly understood.
"I guess you can't really see the windWhen you're sick of fighting, is that when it is the most important to keep fighting.
It just comes in and fills the space
And everytime something moves
You think you have seen it's face"
When you give up, is that when the flag is raised on the other side, white and shiny.
If you know it was good, will it be good again.
How can you be sure.
"When I am like thisOr is all that is left momentum.
How can you be smiling
How can you be sure"
Momentum is just nothing, waiting for an impact.
The more it feels, the more it will hurt.
Who is more at fault, the car or the lightpost.
The driver or the deer.
"I'm a rabbit in your headlightsBut what then.
Scared of the spot light"
Imagine a cold white light in a cold and dark tunnel. And then imagine what.
Imagine being dead from the waist down. Waving your arms at a sound you do not want to remember. But you remember. And what then.
There is no killer like doubt. Those great leaders, the succesful artist, the train bearing down on you. They win because they never questioned the reasons.
Do you hear that sound Mr.Anderson. That is the sound of inevitability.
And then imagine what.
You close your eyes, never to open them again.
Imagine a hand on your face. A dry warm hand. A confident hand.
And you let go. Your body. Live in your face, cradling in the palm of this hand. This hand you felt not enough times, not enough time. Never open your eyes and the hand never lets you fall off, but carries you off, up up up up up up.
For not the first time you kiss the hand.
And then imagine what.
A life
So where are we.
Standing up against something cold and hard, you could swear it was rock, but would you swear. Why is it easier to be sure of the impossible than the possible.
Why is she not impossible.
Why is she not impossible.
Why is she
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