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Memories... ah memories. You’re all mine. I can’t help but spend hours mulling over you in my mind. What we’ve seen together, what we’ve done together – nothing was more powerful than you my friend. How you comforted me in those gloomy days, in those darkened hours and in those awful places with your ability to flicker the mood from unsavoury to innocent. Just because the world wanted to see me grow up, you had better plans for me – you made provisions for me to hold on to something unfailing through all those days.
And even as I peer up at the troubles I’m faced with once again and the unceasing battle I face, you remind me of my former child-like happiness for all things human. I’m reminded of times that anything delivered with a smile would bring content. Without you my friend, those days of remembrance would be long gone. I don’t have to settle for the mould my ever evaporating charisma is readily forming, with you my friend I can be one again. Sunshine peers through the window in an almost enticing way of offering what remains in the world outside, yet I’d rather sit here and reflect on you. Even the bad times are good with you; I can categorize these feelings into a positive box and just be thankful. So many times I’ve sighed over you, so many times I’ve wept over you and now I find myself laughing over you. Do you really exist? Are you just a joke? A play on my mind: an optical illusion? Whatever you are, you’ve stuck by me better than anyone person could have and for that at least you’ll always remain real to me in my heart. However you are contained; never leave me – for with you in me I can never be beaten. I’ve said this all too often for my liking, I’m scared one day you’ll just up and leave. I’d be powerless to stop you spreading your wings, upping and leaving, being free.
When I recall those times when the world was my oyster; I was taking opportunities, strolling through the days, earning respect freely and then when it all came crashing down as I remember the darker side of your two faced split personality. It hasn’t all been good for me, I just selectively remember. Cast out what I don’t like, out with the old, in with the new – all that. Some of you good memories are fading though my friend, slipping through my weak grasp as my bad times are strengthening. I don’t know how long I can fight to keep hold of the good, stop the bad. However long I have left, it’s a moment too soon to not be thinking in my optimistic vein. Yet however much I yearn to hold on to you, cherish you and ponder my days on you – the time has come to catch some new memories, add something to my collection, and experience the new once more. Shivers just gently sweep across my arms and away from my body as I prepare to close my mind on our former glories once more, and leave the portfolio of opportunities we’ve lived through and hardships we’ve faced, as I face the real world.
We’ve got a long future together memory, but to be honest I’d rather just reflect on the ones we already have.
And even as I peer up at the troubles I’m faced with once again and the unceasing battle I face, you remind me of my former child-like happiness for all things human. I’m reminded of times that anything delivered with a smile would bring content. Without you my friend, those days of remembrance would be long gone. I don’t have to settle for the mould my ever evaporating charisma is readily forming, with you my friend I can be one again. Sunshine peers through the window in an almost enticing way of offering what remains in the world outside, yet I’d rather sit here and reflect on you. Even the bad times are good with you; I can categorize these feelings into a positive box and just be thankful. So many times I’ve sighed over you, so many times I’ve wept over you and now I find myself laughing over you. Do you really exist? Are you just a joke? A play on my mind: an optical illusion? Whatever you are, you’ve stuck by me better than anyone person could have and for that at least you’ll always remain real to me in my heart. However you are contained; never leave me – for with you in me I can never be beaten. I’ve said this all too often for my liking, I’m scared one day you’ll just up and leave. I’d be powerless to stop you spreading your wings, upping and leaving, being free.
When I recall those times when the world was my oyster; I was taking opportunities, strolling through the days, earning respect freely and then when it all came crashing down as I remember the darker side of your two faced split personality. It hasn’t all been good for me, I just selectively remember. Cast out what I don’t like, out with the old, in with the new – all that. Some of you good memories are fading though my friend, slipping through my weak grasp as my bad times are strengthening. I don’t know how long I can fight to keep hold of the good, stop the bad. However long I have left, it’s a moment too soon to not be thinking in my optimistic vein. Yet however much I yearn to hold on to you, cherish you and ponder my days on you – the time has come to catch some new memories, add something to my collection, and experience the new once more. Shivers just gently sweep across my arms and away from my body as I prepare to close my mind on our former glories once more, and leave the portfolio of opportunities we’ve lived through and hardships we’ve faced, as I face the real world.
We’ve got a long future together memory, but to be honest I’d rather just reflect on the ones we already have.
Easy now.
It was my most exciting piece to write in a way, as it was written in real time. All the little tone changes and the parts where the story moves on, were provoked by distractions I saw when writing the piece. Great way to get the words flowing.
It did provoke a few thoughts.
Hmmm... I only really wrote this following on from my little explanation about my circumstances the other week - thought perhaps a little bit of mystery wouldn't go amiss. It's not a good story, but then it wasn't trying to be a catchy piece. I hope it's at least 'thought provoking'.
Well, written, a good few descriptions.
But lack of style and emotion left me cold.
But lack of style and emotion left me cold.
I think that's a little harsh, it may not have had a definite direction or have been particularly long, but you can't deny it was well written with a few excellent descriptions.
Just me?
Just me?
And I thought it was rubbish.
There you go then.
There you go then.
Hmmmm, I like this.
Mysterious, deep and thoughtful. Sometimes it didn't flow uber-smoothly but it made you read back to absorb what you'd written. I especially liked the "optimistic vein" qoute, very nice description.
But yeah, keep it up, and next time try something a little bit different, your writing becomes more interesting every day.
Mysterious, deep and thoughtful. Sometimes it didn't flow uber-smoothly but it made you read back to absorb what you'd written. I especially liked the "optimistic vein" qoute, very nice description.
But yeah, keep it up, and next time try something a little bit different, your writing becomes more interesting every day.
Memories... ah memories. You’re all mine. I can’t help but spend hours mulling over you in my mind. What we’ve seen together, what we’ve done together – nothing was more powerful than you my friend. How you comforted me in those gloomy days, in those darkened hours and in those awful places with your ability to flicker the mood from unsavoury to innocent. Just because the world wanted to see me grow up, you had better plans for me – you made provisions for me to hold on to something unfailing through all those days.
And even as I peer up at the troubles I’m faced with once again and the unceasing battle I face, you remind me of my former child-like happiness for all things human. I’m reminded of times that anything delivered with a smile would bring content. Without you my friend, those days of remembrance would be long gone. I don’t have to settle for the mould my ever evaporating charisma is readily forming, with you my friend I can be one again. Sunshine peers through the window in an almost enticing way of offering what remains in the world outside, yet I’d rather sit here and reflect on you. Even the bad times are good with you; I can categorize these feelings into a positive box and just be thankful. So many times I’ve sighed over you, so many times I’ve wept over you and now I find myself laughing over you. Do you really exist? Are you just a joke? A play on my mind: an optical illusion? Whatever you are, you’ve stuck by me better than anyone person could have and for that at least you’ll always remain real to me in my heart. However you are contained; never leave me – for with you in me I can never be beaten. I’ve said this all too often for my liking, I’m scared one day you’ll just up and leave. I’d be powerless to stop you spreading your wings, upping and leaving, being free.
When I recall those times when the world was my oyster; I was taking opportunities, strolling through the days, earning respect freely and then when it all came crashing down as I remember the darker side of your two faced split personality. It hasn’t all been good for me, I just selectively remember. Cast out what I don’t like, out with the old, in with the new – all that. Some of you good memories are fading though my friend, slipping through my weak grasp as my bad times are strengthening. I don’t know how long I can fight to keep hold of the good, stop the bad. However long I have left, it’s a moment too soon to not be thinking in my optimistic vein. Yet however much I yearn to hold on to you, cherish you and ponder my days on you – the time has come to catch some new memories, add something to my collection, and experience the new once more. Shivers just gently sweep across my arms and away from my body as I prepare to close my mind on our former glories once more, and leave the portfolio of opportunities we’ve lived through and hardships we’ve faced, as I face the real world.
We’ve got a long future together memory, but to be honest I’d rather just reflect on the ones we already have.
And even as I peer up at the troubles I’m faced with once again and the unceasing battle I face, you remind me of my former child-like happiness for all things human. I’m reminded of times that anything delivered with a smile would bring content. Without you my friend, those days of remembrance would be long gone. I don’t have to settle for the mould my ever evaporating charisma is readily forming, with you my friend I can be one again. Sunshine peers through the window in an almost enticing way of offering what remains in the world outside, yet I’d rather sit here and reflect on you. Even the bad times are good with you; I can categorize these feelings into a positive box and just be thankful. So many times I’ve sighed over you, so many times I’ve wept over you and now I find myself laughing over you. Do you really exist? Are you just a joke? A play on my mind: an optical illusion? Whatever you are, you’ve stuck by me better than anyone person could have and for that at least you’ll always remain real to me in my heart. However you are contained; never leave me – for with you in me I can never be beaten. I’ve said this all too often for my liking, I’m scared one day you’ll just up and leave. I’d be powerless to stop you spreading your wings, upping and leaving, being free.
When I recall those times when the world was my oyster; I was taking opportunities, strolling through the days, earning respect freely and then when it all came crashing down as I remember the darker side of your two faced split personality. It hasn’t all been good for me, I just selectively remember. Cast out what I don’t like, out with the old, in with the new – all that. Some of you good memories are fading though my friend, slipping through my weak grasp as my bad times are strengthening. I don’t know how long I can fight to keep hold of the good, stop the bad. However long I have left, it’s a moment too soon to not be thinking in my optimistic vein. Yet however much I yearn to hold on to you, cherish you and ponder my days on you – the time has come to catch some new memories, add something to my collection, and experience the new once more. Shivers just gently sweep across my arms and away from my body as I prepare to close my mind on our former glories once more, and leave the portfolio of opportunities we’ve lived through and hardships we’ve faced, as I face the real world.
We’ve got a long future together memory, but to be honest I’d rather just reflect on the ones we already have.