Remembering you running soft through the night.
You were bigger, brighter, whiter than snow.
You screamed at the make-believe; screamed at the sky.
You finally found the courage to let it all go...
Hold for the last time. Then slip away quietly...
I open my eyes, but i never see anything.
If only i had thought of the right words,
I could have hold on to your heart.
If only i'd thought of the right words,
I wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you.
Beautiful lyrics those are, and one of the most beautiful songs in my list of favorites. This is an excerpt from The Cure's 1989 track, Pictures of You from their album Disintegration. Not totally sure what made my want to listen to this song on this night, nor what made me want to recite or shall I say, copy and paste, those lyrics onto here, but I did it.
I guess with all that I can make or break of things, I never really have full control of anything. The world doesn't work that way, and its a complex system of dominos where one thing relies on another to work. There aren't many exceptions to that rule. I can't think of any. Mentally perhaps? Nah, you wouldn't think so hard if you didn't have something to think about. Thinking ruins everything.
What I am getting at? I, myself, am not really sure. I started thinking about things and how they are going and then I put on some Disintegration and it sombers my mood about everything. This album has a major effect on me. It's not classified as "EMO", but it's about as "emo" as you can want, or not want.
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