"Tell me how are you? I'm rather curious how many times have you started over."
"Why say that?"
"You keep giving me the cold shoulder, I shudder to think of the day, and the time we had a moment to catch up...its been too long."
"Don't reiterate the obvious...I understand the concept of time. You make it sound as if we only speak on specific occassions."
"Because we do, you keep running and straying to some problem and then when its all said and done...with NO HELP FROM THE ONE WHO CARES! You expect some form of consulation."
"There you go labeling me...okay I understand your frustration. Listen to me, if thats too much to deal with then why sit here and speak"
And the silence was broken from then on. Living a life in dusk until the wee of dawn is rough on anyone's social life. As she put it, when I am able to talk to anyone, I'm "starting over". Really, I probably am, but physically I will always be where they are not.
Sounds fatally depressing.
I hear these totallic ideals and hollow contengent rattles of humanity, but I know they no longer apply for me...
I can't believe I could change so much, and all because of the "gift"; why choose to walk the night? I will never know, and can never say. I hate to relive that day. I grow into this skin though.
Well back to the conversation with Marley, my girlfriend. I know, it seems as if I am a bad boyfriend, but dating for over 3 years and then becoming...this, I can't be around her when I would like...or when she would like. It gets too hard to think in this circumstance. DRAMA!
IT TANKS, IT BLOWS...that is that ol Rodimus way of life.
"Well, I love you...don't hesitate to call me Sage."
"Okay...I don't think I can or will. You just gave me my earful," and with the most heartfelt manner, the most eloquent and sincer exchange of vocals, "I love you too...but the dark sometimes won't let me."
"I'm here...and we always have a lantern."
"Oh that sunny disposition of yours."
"Good night"
"Good day..."
Hanging up, I realized...I can get used to this. Maybe I should visit her tonight.
"Why say that?"
"You keep giving me the cold shoulder, I shudder to think of the day, and the time we had a moment to catch up...its been too long."
"Don't reiterate the obvious...I understand the concept of time. You make it sound as if we only speak on specific occassions."
"Because we do, you keep running and straying to some problem and then when its all said and done...with NO HELP FROM THE ONE WHO CARES! You expect some form of consulation."
"There you go labeling me...okay I understand your frustration. Listen to me, if thats too much to deal with then why sit here and speak"
And the silence was broken from then on. Living a life in dusk until the wee of dawn is rough on anyone's social life. As she put it, when I am able to talk to anyone, I'm "starting over". Really, I probably am, but physically I will always be where they are not.
Sounds fatally depressing.
I hear these totallic ideals and hollow contengent rattles of humanity, but I know they no longer apply for me...
I can't believe I could change so much, and all because of the "gift"; why choose to walk the night? I will never know, and can never say. I hate to relive that day. I grow into this skin though.
Well back to the conversation with Marley, my girlfriend. I know, it seems as if I am a bad boyfriend, but dating for over 3 years and then becoming...this, I can't be around her when I would like...or when she would like. It gets too hard to think in this circumstance. DRAMA!
IT TANKS, IT BLOWS...that is that ol Rodimus way of life.
"Well, I love you...don't hesitate to call me Sage."
"Okay...I don't think I can or will. You just gave me my earful," and with the most heartfelt manner, the most eloquent and sincer exchange of vocals, "I love you too...but the dark sometimes won't let me."
"I'm here...and we always have a lantern."
"Oh that sunny disposition of yours."
"Good night"
"Good day..."
Hanging up, I realized...I can get used to this. Maybe I should visit her tonight.
