We become a parody of ourselves meaning there are certain things we dont want to be or dont want to do but somehow we end up in that petty situation one way or another.
June 13, 2008
I was already there. Empty of memories. Negligent of the past. At least that was what I thought.
Little did I know that buried deep within my unconscious was the corpse of the memory I tried to wash away from my mind. Somehow the corpse was reanimated resulting to a dream I never even anticipated. It was a corpse bored with its own funeral, trying to haunt those that have tried to keep it buried beneath the ground. Slowly, the corpse grew stronger and it unlocked the chest with the heart shaped lock where its supressed memories were kept.
As the chest was unlocked, out burst the memories that have long been unacknoweldged for some time like when all the evils of mankind escaped from Pandora's Box. It was a winning battle, and soon enough the memories were divulged once more.
The opening of the chest brought forth an insurgent beating from my heart and I woke up from the dream. A sense of longing and hope came back. I was once again reminded of the affection and the pain.
Not long afterwards, the dream led its way to reality and caught me off guard. The boy that I kept buried in my unconscious was brought back in front of my eyes. The boy whom I thought I have gotten over became the very center of my thoughts for the past week. And I guess that boy will actually shine brighter than anyone does.
What hurts the most is being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away Never knowing what could've been And ot seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to do
