Time it was, and what a time it was, it was.And then it goes straight into "Cecilia".
A time of innocence.
A time of confidences.
Long ago, it must be
I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories
they're all that's left you.
A while back, I realized I didn't empathize with "I Am A Rock" anymore - now I seem to empathize with this.
I do have a photograph . . . it's in my backpack. Of just before I left, the first time.
She's smiling in it. Laughing.
I haven't talked to her since I went back for last vacation and failed to meet up with her. I do want to talk to her . . . I know that. But I don't know what I'd talk about. And I do know that part of me wants to yell at her. I'm just not sure if those two parts are the same part or not.
On the Simon and Garfunkel CD, it goes into Cecilia for the last track on the CD. This random playlist of mine, amusingly enough, goes into an Offspring song titled "She's Got Issues".
Ugh, I seem to have post-spammed all the people who've got me on their lists :/ sorry, all. It's just been a very philosophical night, with nobody around to chat with (not that I'm complaining, really, I just had to write this somewhere.) Last post for the night. Probably.
one to go . . . I'm considering vowing to myself that I'll ask before the end of the month. But that's a major thing - I might have to break it, and I try to never vow things that I might break. So far, I'm leaving it at "I'll do my best".
1300 lines of code on Timespace so far. Lots to go.
Now, I believe I shall stop writing.