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the most beautiful day brings impermanence to mind, the sunshine won't last, the wind will cease... joyful memories will eventually be forgotten and the gerber baby died a long time ago, so how can anyone smile? I miss the days, when monsters were tearing apart my closet, and happiness was for no apparent reason, I miss the curiosity I had in the world around me... but now I know it all, I know of my own mortality, my heroes have fallen, naivety shattered, we have no control, over life, over death. so how can anyone smile? I found my smile in you. death by your side, makes a life fulfilled. and this lack of innocence, is lost in your eyes: they make the sun shine again (even at 2 am). they cause wilted nature to spring up in endless beauty. and force the wind to blow again a warm and calming breeze. they cause all that's been exposed, to revert to how it was, when there were monsters in my closet. simple innocence.
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Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 1:14 PM UTC
(even at 2 am)
the most beautiful day brings impermanence to mind, the sunshine won't last, the wind will cease... joyful memories will eventually be forgotten and the gerber baby died a long time ago, so how can anyone smile? I miss the days, when monsters were tearing apart my closet, and happiness was for no apparent reason, I miss the curiosity I had in the world around me... but now I know it all, I know of my own mortality, my heroes have fallen, naivety shattered, we have no control, over life, over death. so how can anyone smile? I found my smile in you. death by your side, makes a life fulfilled. and this lack of innocence, is lost in your eyes: they make the sun shine again (even at 2 am). they cause wilted nature to spring up in endless beauty. and force the wind to blow again a warm and calming breeze. they cause all that's been exposed, to revert to how it was, when there were monsters in my closet. simple innocence.
Copyright SMK 2007. This is an old one and there are parts that I don't like as much anymore but it meant a lot back then.
shawn
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Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 1:14 PM UTC
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