arriving_somewhere the night star I familiarities are hard to break down, even in the presence of the absence of days, of months; those binds and mental habits carry in them loops to happiness, though the happiness of those loops are now corrupt. i heard the sound of the sun today, a faint hib-iv-vering oscillating between your hand and mine (i know where mine was yours is lost to the elysian mysteries). familiarities, too soon, always it will be too soon, i know, too soon, but one day you'll see the sun again, too soon, and, too soon, one day you'll smile again, too soon, without that twinge of sadness in your eye, too soon, and the extra hold, too soon, as if you were trying to save me, too soon, from the depths you've pushed me in to, but i've taken the dive as mine own. too soon. "all my designs, simplified; all of my friends, compromised; all of my dreams..." words can haunt, but images terrify. my memory, at times, demands purging, and willingly complies so that the moments of my silent falterings of my heart breaking blinks, those eyes play out on my soul again unable to replace what is found and rambled on and on and on and on and on. i love but am not in it. II shaken in an apathetic glaze i realised that i lied i am in love and need to get over it, for she pushed me to the sea and i remain falling waiting to swim free. 061219 ... the night star it looks nicer in blue. and sounds nicer edited (though this version isn't perfect yet). 061219 what's it to you? who go blather from