on a new decade
The memories we've buried, Have just taken seed, When springtime comes, They'll turn into weeds, And they'll creep through your window, to smother your dreams, You know fate has a funny way, of coming around.- Dr. Dog (The Beach)
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There's something about a new year that always come around and grabs at people; but what about a new decade?
I have a lot of thinking to do.
posted by penny at 9:37 PM
2 Comments:
you and me both, my dear.
It's like forgetting the words to your favourite song... You can't believe it, you were always singing along. It was so easy, and the words so sweet; you can't remember, you try to move your feet...
Regina Spektor says it best, I think. In spite of me wanting to finally escape the iron manacles of the past, I'm sitting here being nostalgic. Wonderful, though...
i heart you.
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