There is the quiet threat of summer, looming over our skies.
When i took your hand and smiled at you
I didn’t expect you to say, ’ i love you too’
I just wanted you to stand next to me in the rain
My dear child
what has life done to you?
the doors were open
the curtains would billow
from the night wind.
Lights would dance above your bed
before you closed your eyes
and let the monsters in
You taught me to dream
You said it was ok
I took my eye off the ball
And now i’m playing catch up
In the endless race
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Pushed towards knowledge
by a studded leather glove
We just keep meeting
“Tell me, how many drugs have you taken in the past three days?”
“You know, you are odd.”
“Fine, don’t share.”
“What is with you? All the questions. And the staring, as though there is a something you’ve noticed something about me.”
“I find you fascinating. I admit that and only that. We should be friends.” She jumped up from her seat, reached out with one long finger and tipped over her empty cup, then walked out of the room.”
“Well that was dramatic.” John chipped in as soon as she was out.
“Shut up, John.”
“She is weird.”
I turned round to face him. “Yeah. She is.”
“But..?
“What do you mean?”
“Oh my, you like her. Seriously, she is creepy.”
“She is interesting.”
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Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks
(Source: elourdeslaperal, via norahezus)
The man on the bench read his paper intently. Once finished he started again, scouring the torn pages for anything he had missed. Satisfied he hadn’t left anything; he folded it up and then lay across the bench, head resting on the folded paper. His feet hung off the bench, he put one arm over his head and that’s how he stayed for the next ten minutes.
“Once I tried to write a book.” I let the words sit between us, filling the silence.
He snorted. I turned to him, and he turned to me. We were way to close. I could see the little scar on his forehead, that scar was my fault. That was the scar he touched when he was nervous or lying. That scar was his excuse to get out of P.E for 3 months. He grew his hair out to cover that scar, I was glad when he got it cut. His face wasn’t complete without the small pale line.
“Why are you sad?”
“I wish I knew the answer to that Chris.”
“No one ever knows the answer.” He dropped one arm over my shoulder and whispered in my ear. “I’ve lost my car keys, I think I will have to sleep here tonight.” He was very pissed.
“You don’t have a car.” I whispered back. I may have been tipsy but I wasn’t stupid.
“Oh.”
“And you only live a couple of doors down the road.”
“But!” He held a finger in front of my face; it wobbled as he thought of a good excuse. “But… I am drunk.” Was the conclusion he came to.
“Yes, you are. I’ll walk you home.”
“But I want to sleep here, on your sofa. I like your sofa.” I pulled him up and zipped his coat up. “Your sofa is blue.” He dragged out that last word, he sounded like a toddler learning how to talk.
“OK, let’s go while there is still any point in going to sleep. You have work tomorrow.”
“But I don’t want to.” I pushed him out of the door and arm in arm we sauntered down the middle of the road. “Shall we sing?” He asked loudly, his eyes on a rogue carrier bag that was drifting down the street.
“No.”
“It’s not impossible, for me to cry.” His voice was perfect, even in his drunken state, he had an impressive voice, no one could argue with that. “It’s just the hardest thing, I’ve ever done.” The words to his favourite song sounded hauntingly good in the cold December air. The only thing that could have ruined the moment would be if one of us was sick. Thank god that didn’t happen.
We stumbled from section to brightly lit section, fake living rooms and kitchens, happy with the silence, broken up with the occasional quick witted badly timed joke. It was funny and only we knew why. It must have looked as though we were sharing some great secret, no, we were just happy. in a way that we never noticed. A happiness that buried itself deep inside our skin, under all the layers of life; waiting for us to remember it. And smile.
fountain of youth
fallen to the ground
soaked up by the dusty, clean looking peach
that is the used to be soft carpet
