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Forum » Literatur, Kunst & Philosophie » Threadso this is summer
11.08.2012 02:19
HiddenNickname
0 so this is summer there's alcohol and everyone is dancing and the girls are getting drunk from guys who intoxicatedly reach for their wallets cause that's how it goes and they scream huddled words at each other that seem so right but tomorrow the sun goes up again and no one no one will remember how they poured their hearts out and how the big revelation felt so their realizations will be forever reocurring and ever and ever again and my friends are talking shit and I'm laughing, we're drunk all day and there's music and people but I'm not entirely there I saw you again. And when I did it got at me with a pace and intensity that is completely disproportional You are as ever distant and ever gone as you were and will be. This small part in me, the mysterios little organ that seeks to reverse that, that still wants you like shit I want to pour wodka on it Go away Go away Leave In the morning I can at least rely on the certainty of not hearing from you. There is nothing vague about that. Year after year after year it survives, feeding from something beyond my grasp The wild irrational animal. So this is summer.
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