Archive for May 2005
And if you care, don’t let them know, don’t give yourself away.
Posted by: heyday on: May 27, 2005
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Tonight the song didn’t sound so sad. When was the last time I heard it play? I don’t remember. I’d wanted the jazz to wrap me up and send me to sleep like I’ve just cried my heart out but tonight, tonight the song didn’t sound so sad.
Will it stay this way at dawn, tomorrow, [...]
Tonight, all of us, we’re not friends or lovers, just hopelessly selfish people.
Posted by: heyday on: May 25, 2005
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‘Please don’t go,’ he said, but I couldn’t hear any conviction or desperation in his voice. Maybe I wasn’t trying hard enough.
‘Why don’t you want me to go?’ I asked him. ‘What difference will it make to you?’
And there was a long, thoughtful, fatal pause before he said anything, a pause that allowed me first [...]
Every so often, everybody needs to watch the sun rise.
Posted by: heyday on: May 21, 2005
- In: Matters
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I was supposed to watch Star Wars today but I woke up to a terrible cramp. Before I turned eighteen, PMS wasn’t about mood swings or cravings; I fell sick every time the time of the month drew near. Nothing very fatal, just headaches and temperatures and the occasional sore throat, but I would sleep [...]
I could stay here all night but that’s not how you feel.
Posted by: heyday on: May 18, 2005
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Sometimes it is inevitable to be mundane: which I am most of the time, but try furiously to deny by not telling you about my day. It would probably reflect better on me if I had opinions on politics or current affairs or at least issues of worldly concern, but I don’t bother with news [...]
But the night came down and swept us away, and the stars they seemed to paint the most elaborate scene to date.
Posted by: heyday on: May 9, 2005
- In: Fiction
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Flurry scenes of mismatched storylines, dialogues written off before they reach anyone as though we were all in a desperate hurry; how is it possible that you could find a moment out of all these and touch the back of my hand like you wanted to take me away?
What am I to you, dear friend, [...]
Just lay yourself on the line and I might lay myself down by you.
Posted by: heyday on: May 7, 2005
This is a Saturday and it is a strange time to be alone. That is, obviously, measured against the grand number of hand-holding couples and cozy groups of friends in sight. It makes you look out for the singletons instinctively and engineers a need to conjure a list of reasons to answer for your lack [...]
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