I sometimes wonder if things would ever have been different.
The jobs, the fallouts, the lovers.
Memories of a painful past
And times too hedonistic to think of on Sundays.
Days of conflict and mourning,
When ideas clashed and personalities rubbed
just a little tight.
Too much for comfort, not enough to tear off the fabric
The polite veil we wear professionally
In arenas where saying too much of the wrong thing
Lands you in all the hot water without a paddle.
I think of you and the night it all went wrong
When I broke your trust; know I hurt too.
You didn't love me, as much as I wanted it
That was a match up of convenience and a need just
for something.
Some-thing.
But not one thing, which became nothing.
The cold was crisp and quiet like the post festive silence when I left.
It makes me wonder where the time goes,
It was oh so years ago.
The more things change the more they stay the same,
But that's a lie whoever they may be tells.
Convenience keeps you quiet.
It's the waiting that kills you.
Moribund.
Pausing the show for nothing.
The shop ran out while you were waiting.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 8:33 AM UTC
I sometimes wonder if things would ever have been different.
The jobs, the fallouts, the lovers.
Memories of a painful past
And times too hedonistic to think of on Sundays.
Days of conflict and mourning,
When ideas clashed and personalities rubbed
just a little tight.
Too much for comfort, not enough to tear off the fabric
The polite veil we wear professionally
In arenas where saying too much of the wrong thing
Lands you in all the hot water without a paddle.
I think of you and the night it all went wrong
When I broke your trust; know I hurt too.
You didn't love me, as much as I wanted it
That was a match up of convenience and a need just
for something.
Some-thing.
But not one thing, which became nothing.
The cold was crisp and quiet like the post festive silence when I left.
It makes me wonder where the time goes,
It was oh so years ago.
The more things change the more they stay the same,
But that's a lie whoever they may be tells.
Convenience keeps you quiet.
It's the waiting that kills you.
Moribund.
Pausing the show for nothing.
The shop ran out while you were waiting.