Friday, November 03, 2006
So maybe ancient history is meant to be dug up..when, and only when, its survival is worth preservation. I may play the prodigal and forsake the All Star black and white, but it's nice to know that certain things lie waiting in nostalgia's closet (then again, that goes both ways hm) And contrary to (stoofid) belief, I'm pretty sure we'll be looking through that mess every so often, friend :-)
As for tonight, I pray that my tell-tale willpower gives me the strength to stay sober..not that it's given me much trouble, before. Truth is; I can see myself too overcome with fatigue, to sneak a sip, already. The days are ticking away, and we're dragging ourselves up North yet again (to blah away at our energy levels and reward ourselves with imaginary tequila)..routine, like the little girl's perfectly rigid schedule; routine, like the targets we hit solely because we can never afford to miss. Perfectly routine, like the words that never slip and smiles that hardly hit past half.
Although I wonder if I'm up for handing someone leverage over my absolutes, again..and I wonder if you could make abeautiful mess out of me.
'Til the answers compell me to abdicate the role, I suppose there is nothing much else to do but remain calculating..tugging ever so subtly at these strings. (Occassionally, though, I'd like to believe I can feel you tug back)..and I must admit, you catch me a little bit off-guard, stranger.
As for tonight, I pray that my tell-tale willpower gives me the strength to stay sober..not that it's given me much trouble, before. Truth is; I can see myself too overcome with fatigue, to sneak a sip, already. The days are ticking away, and we're dragging ourselves up North yet again (to blah away at our energy levels and reward ourselves with imaginary tequila)..routine, like the little girl's perfectly rigid schedule; routine, like the targets we hit solely because we can never afford to miss. Perfectly routine, like the words that never slip and smiles that hardly hit past half.
Although I wonder if I'm up for handing someone leverage over my absolutes, again..and I wonder if you could make a
'Til the answers compell me to abdicate the role, I suppose there is nothing much else to do but remain calculating..tugging ever so subtly at these strings. (Occassionally, though, I'd like to believe I can feel you tug back)..and I must admit, you catch me a little bit off-guard, stranger.
