Bookends:
Thinking back on the day that has just passed... nothing significant... yet memorable...
Walking in the sun, finding my way to the last bar I knew she was at. Its early in the evening, she was there a couple hours ago. She’s not answering my call, I’m contemplating whether she is a bit inebriated or just playing hard to get. I’m fond of her. Either ways, I need to play the game. Follow the chase.
The summer is still a long time away, though it doesn’t feel so. The last few days were like torture. Still optimistic. Thinking of the cold beer and the warm smile. The phone rings, I think it’s her. Alas! Someone else. I cross the road. Talking on the phone, waiting to hang up. A familiar face walks past. Someone from the past. I smile, she recognizes me. Doesn’t stop. Says hello, waves goodbye! I beckon her to stop whilst ending the conversation on the phone. We exchange pleasantries. Talk about random things. The conversation barely lasts 3 minutes. I’m trying to figure out what has gone wrong. People do grow apart and go their separate ways. But this is ridiculous; she chooses not to acknowledge the past. Barely even acknowledges me. Was the past that bad? We are less than strangers, I think to myself. As I walk away, I feel indifferent. That’s what probably got me upset, that none of this upsets me. Last nail in the coffin? For the same person, I would have given up anything - 7 years ago. Now I wouldn’t care to waste more than a couple of minutes. Maybe we finally grew up. Maybe we grew apart. Or simply, maybe we just stop caring altogether.
I’m thinking of the song by Simon & Garfunkel:
“Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you”
Memories are indeed that are all that is left. However, I don’t find myself as of one of those who are constantly living in the past or some of those who are only planning for the future. Either ways, they both forget the present. The most we can accomplish, or do anything at all, is now. Live for the moment, free living!
The time has come to use the other bookend and start on another shelf. Genre has changed. Evolving was inevitable, no matter how late.
Thinking back on the day that has just passed... nothing significant... yet memorable...
Walking in the sun, finding my way to the last bar I knew she was at. Its early in the evening, she was there a couple hours ago. She’s not answering my call, I’m contemplating whether she is a bit inebriated or just playing hard to get. I’m fond of her. Either ways, I need to play the game. Follow the chase.
The summer is still a long time away, though it doesn’t feel so. The last few days were like torture. Still optimistic. Thinking of the cold beer and the warm smile. The phone rings, I think it’s her. Alas! Someone else. I cross the road. Talking on the phone, waiting to hang up. A familiar face walks past. Someone from the past. I smile, she recognizes me. Doesn’t stop. Says hello, waves goodbye! I beckon her to stop whilst ending the conversation on the phone. We exchange pleasantries. Talk about random things. The conversation barely lasts 3 minutes. I’m trying to figure out what has gone wrong. People do grow apart and go their separate ways. But this is ridiculous; she chooses not to acknowledge the past. Barely even acknowledges me. Was the past that bad? We are less than strangers, I think to myself. As I walk away, I feel indifferent. That’s what probably got me upset, that none of this upsets me. Last nail in the coffin? For the same person, I would have given up anything - 7 years ago. Now I wouldn’t care to waste more than a couple of minutes. Maybe we finally grew up. Maybe we grew apart. Or simply, maybe we just stop caring altogether.
I’m thinking of the song by Simon & Garfunkel:
“Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you”
Memories are indeed that are all that is left. However, I don’t find myself as of one of those who are constantly living in the past or some of those who are only planning for the future. Either ways, they both forget the present. The most we can accomplish, or do anything at all, is now. Live for the moment, free living!
The time has come to use the other bookend and start on another shelf. Genre has changed. Evolving was inevitable, no matter how late.
