08.10.07 Twenty passed twenty-three hours on a fuckin' wasted Monday
" It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
You have sung to me in my aloneness and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky.
But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn.
The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky." - Gibran, Khalil (1923) The Prophet.
Time had been making a fool of me and so did you. I thought it was too slow, then I thought it was over way too soon. You left and I thought I had forgotten but I haven't and you were ever so close. It was then, I realized I could have made your wishes come true. Yet I did nothing but let the bottle fall. My mind and my heart aren't coordinating too much. They get retarded and I get tongue-tied when I couldn't see your world through those tired eyes. Like her, I'd forgotten to send you home. And I'd forgotten how to speak in your presence. All I see were flashes of you and fragments of fabricated truth. The tide is rising and once again I'm drowned in the sorrows of broken thoughts. Hope to see you tonight and we can sit by the beach for a lil' while more.
Andy isn't the only star.