Out the window

'I leave pieces of paper, pieces of myself along the way'
And I am walking behind you, picking them up.
I am rearranging them, and sticking them together, clutching to my heart a collage face that never truly existed.

Bullshit Daydreams

I always feel older than i am, I wonder if it will match up at eighty.

It is very odd to think that at eighty, I may still be seeing and thinking in much the same way. I will still be me, my essence, just older. Strange to think that every second I am living , will one day be my past, will one day be 'the good old days', even now as they are 'the crappy youth days'. Every song I listen to will one day be strange, boring and old. Maybe they already are.

When I am forty, I will buy a best of the naughties mix and, remembering none of it, I will think to myself

'Surely this is not the life I lived...'

I've got a key

No matter how good today is, I will find a way to remember a better one and pine for it, even if there are none to pine for.

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Magnetism and Mystery

Went to see the doctor, 'Heart broken, head spin, no reason'.

He came back with the chart of every mistake and memory.

'Terminal romanticism, chronic nostalgia, overdose of grey's anatomy, high levels of daydream toxicity...This girl's got a bad case of adolescence and the mean red's.

Get her a hug, STAT!