#an old note

constant motion

constant action

synergy

misguided energy

into the past

from the present

ever so restless

when will you see me

for who I am?

when will you stop?

when will you take a look

at your own actions?

constant misguided energy

flowing into the joint gaps

filling them bit by bit

to be revisited

only by a licensed counsellor

to undo the damage

as advised

constant restlessness

into the void

to forget

and to never mourn

the loss of

in reliving the past again and again 

in strong memory 

and over commitment 

sending yourself whole and all to who takes your hand

asking, begging, pleading to please, to hold and be held, 

but I mean to romanticize reality, to be in love with an idea and not a person 

the rose colored glasses might spell disaster for me 

getting drunk on ones of sentimentality and emotion, self indulgent and antithesis of pithy 

Imagine the sea breeze waft through your hair, the rustle of palm tree leaves, the sound of waves lapping the long stretch of white sand and people smiling brightly and the warm sun kissing your skin.

Enveloped in all these, I wonder what they have got to do with this summer love I always hear about. In a song it said, "...but just a summer thing he won't see her again."

- Another note I found while I was cleaning up my room this morning. Apparently I keep antique trash. This was from way back, but I don't know exactly when. What I was trying to say then, I can't remember. And now I can't find in my head the words that should come next.