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electric blue running shoes

Love this blog. The writing is excellent…it took me forever to pick which post to reblog. I can’t even think of words to say…

my delusions

Seemingly out of nowhere, Electric Blue Running Shoes texts me,

Hey do you remember kissing
me what it was like?

   It is tempting to text back,

How about you refresh 
my memory?

But that would be a bad idea.

Also a cliché.

So instead I ignore him.

For about two hours.

(Electric Blue is not one to be ignored.)

This is important. Do you
have a specific memory
of kissing me?

Really, Electric Blue? It is important that I respond to a text out of left field regarding a kiss we shared last winter?

Okay, fine…

 

images-1The elevator doors open to reveal a man on the seventh floor jogging in place. I feel like he should be embarrassed. I know for certain that I am embarrassed for him. But he is somehow oblivious, immune. And he unashamedly just high knees it into the elevator, turns, and continues jogging in…

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Miss Atomic Bomb

You really have to listen to this one for the full effect. I blast it and drown myself in it…

You were standing with your girlfriends in the street.
Falling back on forever, I wonder what you came to be.
I was new in town, the boy with the eager eyes.
I never was a quitter, oblivious to school girls’ lies.
And when I look back on those neon nights,
The leather seat, the passage rite,
I feel the heat, I see the light…

Miss Atomic Bomb, making out, we got the radio on,
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone,
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.
Racing shadows in the moonlight,
Through the desert on a hot night.
For a second there we’d won.
Yeah, we were innocent and young.

Oohhhhhhhhhhh,

Cast out of the night, you got a foolish heart.
So you took your place, but the fall
From grace was the hardest part.
It feels just like a dagger buried deep in your back,
You run for cover but you can’t escape the second attack.
Your soul was innocent, you kissed him and she painted it black.
You should’ve seen your little face burning for love,
Holding on for your life.
All that I wanted was a little touch,
A little tenderness, the truth,
I didn’t ask for much, no,
Talk about being in the wrong place
At the wrong time…

Miss Atomic Bomb, making out, we got the radio on.
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.

Racing shadows in the moonlight,
Taking chances on a hot night.
And for a second there we’d won.
Yeah, we were innocent and young.

The dust cloud is settled and my eyes are clear.
But sometimes in dreams of impact I still hear…

Miss Atomic Bomb.
I’m standing here, sweat on my skin.
And this love that I’ve cradled,
It’s wearing thin.
(Miss Atomic Bomb)
But I’m standing here, and you’re too late.
(You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone)
Your shockwave whispered
(Shockwave whispered)
And sealed your fate.

(It feels just like a dagger buried deep in your back)
It’s a proving ground.
(You run for cover but you can’t escape the second attack)
And you took a chance.
(Your soul was innocent, you kissed him and she painted it black)
On a loser’s game.
(You should’ve seen her little face burning for love
Miss Atomic Bomb,
Holding on for your life)
But you can’t survive,
When you want it all.
(All that I wanted was a little touch)
There’s another side.
(A little tenderness, the truth, I didn’t ask for much,
Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.)

~The Killers

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Sometime Around Midnight

And it starts
Sometime around midnight
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself
For a minute or two

As you stand
Under the bar lights
And the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile
And that white dress she’s wearing, you haven’t seen her
For a while

But you know
That she’s watching
She’s laughing, she’s turning
She’s holding her tonic like a cross
The room suddenly spinning, she walks up and asks how you are
So you can smell her perfume
You can see her lying naked in your arms

And so there’s a change
In your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind
Of the curl of your bodies, like two perfect circles entwined
And you feel hopeless, and homeless, and lost in the haze of the wine

And she leaves
With someone you don’t know
But she makes sure you saw her, she looks right at you and bolts
As she walks out the door
Your blood boiling, your stomach in ropes
And then your friends say “What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

And you walk
Under the streetlights
And you’re too drunk to notice that everyone’s staring at you
You don’t care what you look like
The world is falling around you

You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her

You know that she’ll break you in two

~The Airborne Toxic Event

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Sometimes Love Just Ain’t Enough

Now I don’t wanna lose you
But I don’t wanna use you
Just to have somebody by my side

And I don’t wanna hate you
I don’t wanna take you
But I don’t wanna be the one to cry

And that don’t really matter to anyone, anymore
But like a fool I keep losing my place
And I keep seeing you walk through that door

But there’s a danger in loving somebody too much
And its sad when you know it’s your heart you can’t trust
There’s a reason why people don’t stay where they are
Baby sometimes love just ain’t enough

Now I could never change you
And I don’t wanna blame you
Baby you don’t have to take the fall

Yes I may have hurt you
But I did not desert you
Maybe I just want to have it all

It makes a sound like thunder, it makes me feel like rain
And like a fool who will never see the truth
I keep thinking something’s gonna change

But there’s a danger in loving somebody too much
And its sad when you know it’s your heart you can’t trust
There’s a reason why people don’t stay where they are
Baby sometimes love just ain’t enough

And there’s no way home
When it’s late at night and you’re all alone
Are there things that you wanted to say
And do you feel me beside you in your bed?
There beside you, where I used to lay

And there’s a danger in loving somebody too much
And it’s sad when you know it’s your heart they can’t touch
There’s a reason why people don’t stay who they are
Baby sometimes love just ain’t enough
Baby sometimes love, it just ain’t enough

Patty Smyth

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When the wind whispers

Once upon a time,
In the forest,
Among the trees,
On a hilltop,
Beneath the stars,
In the tall grass,
Watching the sunset,
In a field of flowers,
By the lake,
By the sea,
Across the ocean,
In a cabin,
In the sand,
In the sunlight,
Under the moonlight,
With each breath,
And every sigh,
You loved me.

And sometimes,
When the wind whispers,
I can still hear you.

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Midnight in Paris

All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal. I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face like some rhino hunters I know or Belmonte, who is truly brave, it is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds. Until it returns, as it does to all men. And then you must make really good love again. Think about it.

~ “Ernest Hemingway”, Midnight in Paris