you in the pain
you on the run
living a hell
living your ghost
living your end
never seem to get in the place that I belong
don't wanna lose the time
lose the time to come
it's a hard road. Whenever I think I'm safe, whenever I think I'm together, something comes along and shatters me.
whatever you say, it's alright
whatever you do, it's all good
but I'm not giving up. I'm still walking down that road, and getting hit from every direction, but someone's always in front of me, leading me on.
silence is not the way
we need to talk about it
and there've been a lot of people, over time. one after another. you and you and you and you and you and you, and to a lesser extent literally dozens of others . . . each of you've lead me for a time
you in the sea
on a decline
breaking the waves
and I've lead most of you at one point or another also.
watching the lights go down
letting the cables sleep
night is pretty. dark is pretty. pain is pretty. There's all the little specks of light, all the souls and hopes and dreams, little pinpoints of life in a great sea of darkness.
(but the pinpoints are so small. the light is losing, isn't it?)
(no. once it was all dark. the light is winning.)
and we are winning. Slowly. We just have to band together. We have to find each other, the few stellar fireballs who won't give up until they burn out completely, and we do, slowly, somehow, I don't know how.
The strings of friendships bend in interesting ways . . . somehow it seems like any group of people is smaller than it is. Somehow the same people keep meeting. Pick a random dozen from Oberlin, then a random half-dozen, and what's the chance that two of those are the same?
it's because some people resonate, or more accurately, some types of people, some sets of interests, just gravitate to the same things. Somehow it happens, somehow the world curls together in a hyperspacial knot and loops in on itself. A subset of itself, but somehow as big as the original, or does that not make any sense?
I'm putting too much thought into this.
night is pretty, that's really all there is to it.