▲14“A bad trip? This whole country, this whole world is on a bad trip, friend. But they’ll arrest you for swallowing a tablet.”
- Charles Bukowski
Put down your tools and stop crafting. You already seem nice in this light. What do those words mean in that book you often read, and films you often see? What symbolism does the six string bring or the lyrics you preach? Hope you’re not trying to find yourself elsewhere cause I found it right here pure and true. No development. The shade’s creeping over your forehead as you sleep, and while I pass the day away in this state of you. I wonder if my words hold the weight I’d wish them to and what they’re like to your ears. I take you in and hope they sound sweet, for never has fear of loss of truth in overuse seemed so probable. Though certain lines have been muttered many a time I never knew their depth until bestowed to you. Thinking I think too much when suddenly same thoughts take me out. Come back to you watching me but as you lean in, I’m the lost one. Smooth talker and my words have gotten me out of more trouble than they’ve got me into (I guess that’s debatable) but I can barely muster a few. Where’s the water we packed cause your taste is rich and I’m out of breath and I can’t help thinking that maybe you’ll be the one to rewrite a few numb endings.
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I spent some of those last days under tree shade and around camp fires with faces who I’d already wasted too much time.
Had I known days were dwindling into singles I would have passed through your misery with you, that unnatural state in which you were forced to exist too often.
Just at times I couldn’t watch it anymore. Couldn’t bare to see you like that. Can you blame me for wishing for an escape?
Remember how it finally seemed like things were turning around? In my futility I even wondered if you’d be able to land the job as you went to get ready. My mind was on that drum set.
Materials.
I wanted to run in and ask if I could get it. I didn’t.
By the time my ride got here the time had passed. I yelled for you. Held you.
Lifeless.
Still to this day I wish I was sooner.
Was that the other day or long ago? Cause emotions and memories mix so harshly with time I can’t discern.
Everything comes and it hits. Flashes of your voice couple with pictures of distant times. And what’s more I search for your touch like I’ve almost forgotten it - though I never could. It’s all such a whirlwind and a daze that before I know it, emptiness. I guess in a way that’s still how this has left me.. a bit empty.
Used to ask why you came and went. So soon. Know you don’t know more than I do; why worlds have to divide us.
Everything I took for granted I wish I could take back. And everything you made me I’m living out.
Too late to save you, but you saved me. My everything, can’t you see.. everything.
It is your day, after all.
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Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace (via itsfromabook)
May I also add that this has become a relevant quote due to recent events on tumblr…
(via warrenpeace-006)
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Consider this: the majority of my day, I am in front of a computer screen. It’s a sad fact that A) I hadn’t thought about, as you likely haven’t and B) I haven’t wanted to admit to myself, for a long time. The majority of that time is spent on the internet, updating the news websites that I must…
my good friend and I see things on such a level. Immediately after I expressed my troubles… good read, Pierre.
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