Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Fix You
In a weird mood today-
And I could not help remembering the first time I was sent this one.
And along with it came many many thoughts, like a dam that burst and it all poured out. And I could not help but wish that I had kept it all....
Sometime today I shall go home and open a little cardboard box and pull out some paper roses. I know I will look at them and think back to that afternoon. Pieces of my scattered life... there yesterday, gone today and yet some things outlast even my own attempts at extinction.
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"yet some things outlast even my own attempts at extinction"
- interesting thought. Do you associate the attempt to forget with a personal extinction or remembering? How is it that you do not burn the paper flowers so you can live on and not the memories and things? It does not necessarily have to mean hatred or ill will against the person the memory is associated with but is meant only to free yourself from the repeated fixation with not forgetting what was once more precious than any gold or silver?
Learn to live in the smallness of your life-- if it feels small. There is no hole, but you just live a smaller life, with one less person who was more than a few people. For the time being, do not just hold on to what was until what can be. Let go of guilt, if any-- move on, or grieving can take up years upon years.
one sunday I don't call u and u go all 'my own attempts at extinction' !!! BOO !!!
Having said that.. this is a beautiful song :)
Relax and big hugs !!! life may be scattered, but that is what makes us who we are, and you would not have it any other way !
the paper roses i shall keep forever- they were one of the most beautiful gifts ever given to me as was the person who gave them, one of the most beautiful person in my life
the attempt at extinction was what i did when i did and in that moment it needed to be done.
in today i cherish that memory and it is what makes me ME!
and while my writing seems at times murky and wallowy- it is merely a process of catharsis.
from our own ashes must we rebuild and arise again-
and so the phoenix lives on... either that or a cat just moved on to the next life- :P
purrrrrrrrrrrrr
sami-
yeah that should teach you to neglect my Sunday phone call! you know how much we enjoy those and laugh enough to last the week...
miss you yaara!
aww :) u make me smile larki :D
don worry... gimme a missed bell/shout/fb/txt or somin when u r free tonight ... and i'll give you that sunday call :D
will do :)
muah! hugs and kisses
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8XXcDUrdVk&feature=fvw
Who can tell me if we have heaven,
who can say the way it should be;
Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet,
Angel's tears below a tree.
You talk of the break of morning
as you view the new aurora,
Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven,
one love carved in acajou.
One told me of China Roses,
One a Thousand nights and one night,
Earth's last picture, the end of evening:
hue of indigo and blue.
A new moon leads me to
woods of dreams and I follow.
A new world waits for me;
my dream, my way.
I know that if I have heaven
there is nothing to desire.
Rain and river, a world of wonder
may be paradise to me.
I see the sun.
I see the stars.
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