Τετάρτη, 22 Φεβρουαρίου 2012

I'd stop the world and melt with you.

I really think I could. I really think I would. Only, in another life, in another time or maybe in another version of myself altogether.

Past versions made choices in the past. Present versions reminisce the feeling of that past, but know better by now. Cause they are supposed to, that's the whole point of growing up and moving along. Even if that leaves you with a taste which is dry, a feeling which is plain, a scent which is sour-smelling, a determination with which you are not - on the whole - satisfied.

I shall keep the sort of cigarette taken out of the past. The one that bears the right scents, the proper tastes, the long-lost feelings and sentiments. That sort of cigarette I would like to keep. I hope it's for the best. For now I choose and leave behind. My choices are my own. With full consent. With clarity of mind. In full awareness of all parameters.

Who knows? Who can tell?Well, I'd say. Only the one that is yet to be.


1 σχόλιο:

Ziggymars είπε...

Ψηλά ένας τίτλος γνώριμος..από Nouvelle vauge αν δε κανω λάθος.

Στη μέση ένα κείμενο με λόγια που έχω σκεφτεί-κάπως-αρκετές φορές.

Και τέλος από eddie vedder!!


τι να πρωτοπώ..:)