Spirits of Giving.
Feb. 2nd, 2003 02:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7The Pixies - [Where is My Mind? (Live)]--- Perform and act of conscience, and respect your consequence. Everything that's given is then changed. (VNV Nation - [Further]). Without meaning, and without trying, a totally different message than was meant, was given. And, looking back on your actions, you wonder what they could have perceived that necessitated their leaving you, Standing in a dust laden bowl, Clutching a memory, some-why, of the things that had gone before...
You remember a darkened Diner (though not really dark, that's simply more dramatically appropriate), and the smell of the khemicals of a Light Red. Were the outpourings made, before full stock had been taken? Was there less, or more, than they had ever expected? And for their poor judgement, You are obviously to be blamed. Though not once did you misrepresent; not once did you pretend to be something more, or less, than what you truly were, inside. (Rasputina - [Gingerbread Coffin]). Things have changed hands, and powerful connections made, and abruptly broken, still linger their threads, through those you both have touched, over the year. Half. That intrinsic hope for understanding, in what you had sacrificed, and hoped to make, slips readily away.
It was never yours, to begin with.
S/He obviously wants you gone.
Sigur Ros - [Svefn G englar]--- Or is that what friends do for each other?
You remember a darkened Diner (though not really dark, that's simply more dramatically appropriate), and the smell of the khemicals of a Light Red. Were the outpourings made, before full stock had been taken? Was there less, or more, than they had ever expected? And for their poor judgement, You are obviously to be blamed. Though not once did you misrepresent; not once did you pretend to be something more, or less, than what you truly were, inside. (Rasputina - [Gingerbread Coffin]). Things have changed hands, and powerful connections made, and abruptly broken, still linger their threads, through those you both have touched, over the year. Half. That intrinsic hope for understanding, in what you had sacrificed, and hoped to make, slips readily away.
It was never yours, to begin with.
S/He obviously wants you gone.
Sigur Ros - [Svefn G englar]--- Or is that what friends do for each other?
