Sunday, March 13, 2005


why don't you love me, she asked.
i do, he said.
no. you don't, she said, simply.
i - maybe i don't. i'm sorry. i can't help it.
don't be sorry. don't patronize me with apologies. some things just are. you don't control them, and neither do i. you said that to me, once, a long time ago.
do you believe that?
i believed in you.
don't say that. why is everything so dramatic?
because real life seldom unfolds according to the script.

they sat there, together, for a long time after. finally, after the sunset, he spoke.

so where do we go now?
i don't know. what do you see in your dreams?
i see the stars.
so do i. must be a different sky.

story of my life. Unspoken.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

suddenly that knife's looking really nice. cosy. 2am, i'm drunk again, heavy on my mind.
its heavy on my mind.

some things, it seems, werent meant to be forgotten. can't seem to let you go, despite the fact that we were never anywhere in the first place. you see that's what gets to me, really -- in the end it just turned out to be figment, but a figment i've found myself bound to for the longest time, in want...need...of something more..concrete?

you'll never hear the stories i have to tell, because we became different people the moment you made your choice and i made mine. we live with the consequences, with each breath.
melodramatic? hardly -- that's life, hon. that's just the way each day passes, and it's more dramatic than anything you'll ever read in one of my stories.

Have a nice day.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

she grew up in an indiana town
had a good lookin’ momma who never was around
but she grew up tall and she grew up right
with them indiana boys on an indiana night.

well she moved down here at the age of eighteen
she blew the boys away, it was more than they’d seen
i was introduced and we both started groovin’
she said, i dig you baby but i got to keep movin’
...on, keep movin’ on

last dance with mary jane
one more time to kill the pain
i feel summer creepin’ in and i’m
tired of this town again.

well i don’t know but i’ve been told
you never slow down, you never grow old
i’m tired of screwing up, i’m tired of goin’ down
i’m tired of myself, i’m tired of this town.

oh my my, oh hell yes
honey put on that party dress
buy me a drink, sing me a song,
take me as i come ’cause i can’t stay long.

there’s pigeons down in market square
she’s standin’ in her underwear
lookin’ down from a hotel room
nightfall will be comin’ soon.

oh my my, oh hell yes
you’ve got to put on that party dress
it was too cold to cry when i woke up alone
i hit the last number, i walked to the road

last dance with mary jane
one more time to kill the pain
i feel summer creepin’ in and i’m
tired of this town again.

Last Dance with Mary Jane
Tom Petty

(to room cricket with a tennis racquet, to cycling to friends places because its raining (!!) and you've got to get out of the house..., to grey skies, to causing 2pacs fall from grace, to chai, to walking across roads with your eyes closed, to aiming for jordan, to letting it burn.)