I've lost all momentum to attempt to have half of a coNVerSatIOn with you. But this is nothing new. But this is nOThiNg. You're the woRSt thing that's happened to me and if I was lying maybe we could agree to disagree.
"We're not working out"... "I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know..." Abrupt pause. "I know."
I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear.
A rush - the .nonsense. in that. And your hand automatically touching my side. "I am in a relationship". A smile. "Me too."
"TAkE this. So you can use it for a joint." ** "I was .not. crITiCisiNG"
I saved your vOicE, because I wAs mad.
The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called "spannungsbogen" — which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing.
Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife—chopping off what's incomplete and saying: "Now, it's complete because it's ended here."
"Look. He's there. ..where is he going to go?!" "I guess he's doing the tour, to then sit here on the stairs.." "Yeah, of course.. .."
"honey.. he's gone."
I've been watching your world from afar I've been trying to be where you are And I've been secretly falling apart Unseen To me, you're strange and you're beautiful You'd be so perfect with me But you just can't see You turn every head but you don't see me
He is Black, and White, and Blue - the blue that shoots you. And he smiles, he takes off his Ray-ban when he talks - to me. I like him - I like him when he says hi, and he smiles - when he talks even if I hadn't asked for that. Black and white.
"Yes, it is frEe" He - he was a lightining struck. And he caught me when I was eyeing his notebook, because I couldn't help. He smiled to me when I was eyeing him trying to catch a fly, because I couldn't help. I smiled to him when his foot touched mine. I just couldn't help.
If I could make a list Of my mistakes and regrets I'd put your name on top And every line after itBecause every inch of hope Becomes a world of shame I've had to walk through Each and every dayAnd if I screamed "you were wrong" At the top of my lungs It would never return All the faith that I've lostBecause there is nothing left to say That has not been said If I shouted, you wouldn't listen I dought it'd even sink inIf you forget how to feel Reach inside your chest Is there a heart beating? Is there just emptiness?
It's the same on the weekends as the rest of the days And I know I should go but I will probably stay And that's all you can do about some thingsI'm trying, im trying to drink away the part of the day That I cannot sleep away
You are sick, now you're better. There's work to be done.
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