Friday, January 23, 2009
Sometime...
The song was written for him...7 years too late, for a quondam version of himself that he no longer cared to know. The melancholy words resonated all the same, however, and the song became surreal. He was standing under those bar lights, seeing his reflection in the mirrors, trying to remember to forget again. Forget what the lyrics were saying, thoughts that had traversed time to finally reach his ears. The past became the present, and the song, it was about him...but it had yet to be written.
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that's kind of how I felt too.
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