I guess it's pretty liberating to know that I'm no longer writing for an audience of one (sorry Alanna, but I hope you understand what I mean), and so each sporadic post feels a lot more free to just... go on any tangent I want to, and I guess it's quite clear where the tangent lies right now. Suffice to say certain peoples have no idea I've restarted on this blog, or have at least shown no signs of the realization, as simple as finding this blog might be.
(First is the moment where you think you think it.)It's probably only love when you know how to respect that person, to forsake pleasure which will lead to regret, and to prevent the regret that will hurt the future. It is rejecting the many moments for forever, to no longer count the moments, but to look at the future that is no longer a moment - it becomes the everlast.
(There's the moment you think you know it.)I thought I saw it before, I glimpsed it I think, but all that lights and flares were just warnings, and then like a moth to a flame, I got burnt by the incandescence of artifice.
(There's the moment where you know you know it, but you can't yet say it.)Sometimes it's important to divulge certain aspects of my thought processes with a certain verbosity, if only just to sound entirely obscure (but not), but to also flex my brain muscles in entirely wrong ways.
(And then there's the moment where you know you know it, and you can't keep it in anymore.)I'm not especially emo - things are really coming along, day by day, as they generally come along, ups and downs, hills and dales, but it's those times when suddenly everything seems quiet, when nobody's around, and suddenly it feels like I live in some darkness, and I fade into everybody's background - a hundred other open windows above me. I'm very thankful to find solace in that I'm never truly alone, no matter how often it feels that way.
AnberlinHauntingUp on this hill, in this uncanny houseThe wind makes this place creakThe lights they are flickeringThe moon she is lurking The clock it stopped working, at a quarter past three There's something dancing, here in the shadows And I wish it were us You haunt me baby, you haunt me here tonight You haunt me baby, you haunt me here tonight TonightTonightCan't get your memory off of my mindJust want your heartbeat on top of my mine There's something dancing, here in the shadows and I wish it were us You haunt me baby, you haunt me here tonight You haunt me baby, you haunt me here tonight Tonight
TonightUp on this hill, in this uncanny house Your spirit I can't see but I still believe, I can feel your breath on meYou haunt me baby, you haunt me here tonight You haunt me baby, you haunt me here tonight Up on this hill, in this uncanny house
