Jennifer Love Hewitt - How Do I Deal
everyday i wake up
to another day gone by
nothing but the open road
and a never ending why
Memories aren't made to last. Especially not the happy ones. The sad memories seem to linger just that little bit longer and even they eventuallyfade into oblivion. But this oblivion isn't at all blissful. There will always remain this minute remnant, like the dust in the corner that the cleaners always miss. You know that there is something mysterious, something painful, perhaps even something beautiful. You know there is something... but what? And as you continue to search for something you can't quite place you unearth pieces of other memories. But how can you be sure any of them ever existed outside your mind?
Did you really fall asleep in class one day and wake up to find yourself in the room, accompanied only by your backpack and the chatter of the kids outside?
Did you really fall asleep in your girlfriend's arms after hours of talking and hours of silence, waking up to find a note which read "Last night was really special. I spent hours watching your sleepless lashes..."?
How can you be certain that all these things ever really happened? After a life of sleeping, how can you be sure that this reflection on the past isn't just a dream?
to another day gone by
nothing but the open road
and a never ending why
Memories aren't made to last. Especially not the happy ones. The sad memories seem to linger just that little bit longer and even they eventuallyfade into oblivion. But this oblivion isn't at all blissful. There will always remain this minute remnant, like the dust in the corner that the cleaners always miss. You know that there is something mysterious, something painful, perhaps even something beautiful. You know there is something... but what? And as you continue to search for something you can't quite place you unearth pieces of other memories. But how can you be sure any of them ever existed outside your mind?
Did you really fall asleep in class one day and wake up to find yourself in the room, accompanied only by your backpack and the chatter of the kids outside?
Did you really fall asleep in your girlfriend's arms after hours of talking and hours of silence, waking up to find a note which read "Last night was really special. I spent hours watching your sleepless lashes..."?
How can you be certain that all these things ever really happened? After a life of sleeping, how can you be sure that this reflection on the past isn't just a dream?
posted by Yuki at
8:58 PM
2 Comments:
Maybe you just need someone to say "this is our reality". Being "real" is over rated. Smile. I can't see waht difference it would make. For all the knowledge you can gain by having an answer - I can't see why it matters if we can still remember it. Real or not, you can't touch your memories.
L.
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Anonymous, at December 07, 2004 6:22 PM
relax. This is a reflection on my writing, not my life. I'm not going to commit suicide any time soon. Lathoguh that last bit in your comment was almost poetic
By
Yuki, at December 07, 2004 7:46 PM
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