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pythia_dreaming) wrote2004-09-10 06:50 pm
pythia_dreaming) wrote2004-09-10 06:50 pm
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So many friends, drifting away, changed so much I'm not even sad to see them go. A half flat toy basketball, no bigger than my fist, taken to all of my 5th form exams. Photos, friendship bracelets, poems and scars. An old blue uniform, still hanging, unworn for years, in my wardrobe.And the last touch is always the hardest & the last touch is always the same & the last look is the one that will kill you & the last touch is the one that will drive you insane... There's truth in your heart, and fire behind your eyes - or is that fire in your heart and truth behind your eyes?
Hazel eyes. DJ Sakin - Braveheart. Driving home after ATC, dodginess at ATC. Camps, mud, wind. Smiley faces drawn on flavoured milk labels, peeled off and stuck on my back. Putting up tents in Nor'west winds. Dodgy drill commands and double time. Dragon on my wall. First Aid excercises. Burnham. Nights of drinking bad flavoured vodka and chocolate icecream.
Green eyes. Looking down at me with such sorrow and pain when I tell you I can't do it any more. Emptying snow down your back, and playing in a frozen park in the early hours of the morning. Haiku wars. Coffee in the morning before driving to uni, warmth at night before falling asleep. Disturbed - Stupify. And nights of drinking ouzo.
Blue eyes. The chipped crystal that hangs around my neck - you know it well - the polished piece of rose quartz that sits by my bed - the one you pressed into my hand when I woke screaming from nightmares, clinging to you so desperately in that old room with the peeling wallpaper and horrible carpet - and the memory of the willow tree outside blowing in the wind - the night we climbed in through the window. The garage wall. Lynx Phoenix. Stormy nights.
Brown eyes. Look at the sky. The Matrix. Combat boots, Lynx Africa, talking all night, falling asleep to the sound of your voice - the only way I could sleep for so long. Holding hands under a blanket, heart thundering. The terrifying, liberating feeling of someone's arms around me. The beach at Brighton. Sitting on the edge of high buildings. Central city. Tadpole. Batman. My silver knight. Stupid, embarrassing daydreams. Pinch Me - Barenaked Ladies.
So many memories. Fading, fading, fading, gone.
There's a flickering candle flame that will burn in my bedroom, all night long.
I miss you. Do you ever miss me?
Hazel eyes. DJ Sakin - Braveheart. Driving home after ATC, dodginess at ATC. Camps, mud, wind. Smiley faces drawn on flavoured milk labels, peeled off and stuck on my back. Putting up tents in Nor'west winds. Dodgy drill commands and double time. Dragon on my wall. First Aid excercises. Burnham. Nights of drinking bad flavoured vodka and chocolate icecream.
Green eyes. Looking down at me with such sorrow and pain when I tell you I can't do it any more. Emptying snow down your back, and playing in a frozen park in the early hours of the morning. Haiku wars. Coffee in the morning before driving to uni, warmth at night before falling asleep. Disturbed - Stupify. And nights of drinking ouzo.
Blue eyes. The chipped crystal that hangs around my neck - you know it well - the polished piece of rose quartz that sits by my bed - the one you pressed into my hand when I woke screaming from nightmares, clinging to you so desperately in that old room with the peeling wallpaper and horrible carpet - and the memory of the willow tree outside blowing in the wind - the night we climbed in through the window. The garage wall. Lynx Phoenix. Stormy nights.
Brown eyes. Look at the sky. The Matrix. Combat boots, Lynx Africa, talking all night, falling asleep to the sound of your voice - the only way I could sleep for so long. Holding hands under a blanket, heart thundering. The terrifying, liberating feeling of someone's arms around me. The beach at Brighton. Sitting on the edge of high buildings. Central city. Tadpole. Batman. My silver knight. Stupid, embarrassing daydreams. Pinch Me - Barenaked Ladies.
So many memories. Fading, fading, fading, gone.
There's a flickering candle flame that will burn in my bedroom, all night long.
I miss you. Do you ever miss me?