EPThttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlMmLWv8sNk&
*Originally by the great Stevie Wonder
It's nearly 2:39 and I think I'll end up falling asleep after I write something out. I told Plexa I'd do the other thing tonight and tomorrow, but once again, I am drawn to writing something out. Something that will make less sense, yet retain a meaning noteworthy for anyone reading.
For years I never understood cliches. Even during this past month, I thought that cliches were for the unoriginal, those lacking in a creativity to properly express themselves. For those hoping to skip their love life on cliches to give it a meaningful context that never suited them in the first place.
As time passed and I got to taste the full bloom of what my happiness could be, I realized that cliches were purely a way of remembering what never fitted a category. The in-between moments that floated in our reveries, that never were defined purely by the context and meaning it was to the two of you.
As you wake up, the realization that the end of your chapter is ending. Reaching a point you don't want to admit, she talks to you about how things won't be so hard when she leaves, she'll be back, she'll have a future for you to hop aboard, a train leading to a better ending you cannot quite see and try to skip many pages ahead to figure out.
You have so much to say, to assure, to let her know, but can only feel the pain stagger your speech. She calls your name, kisses you on the cheek and rubs your arm in comfort; a haunting reminder that is a bittersweet torment. You try to embed memory in your touch, your gaze and restraint. You can't cry not for the reasoning of your manhood, but because your vision of her will be blurred, scarfed by how little you are keeping your end of the deal of being strong, considerate and understanding.
It's odd: you rehearsed this as the pages turned. You told her the number of times of how your work is piling up, your duties have become dusted and your obligations are now becoming an urgency. How you'll be almost glad she's gone considering the above and yet, it all seems dissolved, stains of ink over your hands, unwilling to leave you as you stop giving a care. Does all of this really matter when you have a shortcut to becoming something worthwhile to someone that matters in the end? You've done this before, it was a problem then, it's a problem now, but knowing what's ahead, why couldn't you slow down, why couldn't you enjoy the words for what they are and the meaning of what you had?
The rain was cued for half-hour before leaving you to your affairs. One last look at the place before you left. Everything became the last of its meaningfulness. Last public bus ride. Last time you'll feel the warmth surge from her body to your own. Last time you get to showcase her to your friends. Last time you get the feeling of being secure and comfortable with yourself, the last time you get to be reminded, without mention, that you might be actually perfect for someone. Perfect with your faults, annoyances or bothers. Though, this won't be the last time you'll have to say good-bye, nor the last time you'll feel that sting in your throat hitchhiking its way to the top.
Another line read and you both know its coming. You wonder why you must suffer when those undeserving of feeling what you got a glimpse of, get to squander it without fear or fail of pursuing what is more meaningful to yourself. Yes, it is selfish, a hateful way to remedy what is beginning to feel stale on paper.
Time ticks further and she calms you, though her own defenses seem to be crumbling way. You know that once she is gone, you'll start to pick up, a sunrise that will only show the residue of the dew after the night's storm.
One more for good luck, another to remind yourself that this will wait until time intertwines again.
From the outside looking in, I know that things will be clear to gaze into soon.
+ Show Spoiler +
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_0Y4aSY1hM
I know I have my admittance that I love Disney songs, but this song, somehow, reaches a different level for me. Something I can enjoy without shoveling for my inner child, napping for so long...
Maybe I'm just a sucker for Mandy Moore. Someone special showed me this as her favourite movie and to be honest, I was skeptical and still think the movie is al'right, but this song comes back running circles in my head.
I know I have my admittance that I love Disney songs, but this song, somehow, reaches a different level for me. Something I can enjoy without shoveling for my inner child, napping for so long...
Maybe I'm just a sucker for Mandy Moore. Someone special showed me this as her favourite movie and to be honest, I was skeptical and still think the movie is al'right, but this song comes back running circles in my head.
P.S: Can you name how many cliches I used?
