Walking down a faintly reminiscent street and catching a glimpse
of some version of yourself that you left on the odd doorstep,
long ago -- when the wheels were spinning out of control and
you had to jettison any unnecessary weight... heaving boxes
of memories off the back of the truck, getting one last look
at a stolen moment with a girl you'd never love again, her
smile captured so distinctly by the Polaroid.
Get to know that sadness, make peace with it, invite it in and
give it a good place to stay cause it will be staying for a while.
Gritting your teeth at the thought of something valuable,
lost somewhere in all that wild spinning. Living in a
time of acknowledged depravity. Knowing all along that
too little was really happening to improve the matter.
A lost sense of infinity. With nothing to grab hold of on
your way down. Some of the patented game-play at hand...
greasing the machinery... just part of the show they keep
holding over at the Theater of Cruelty, having quite the
run -- the old-timers can be overheard on their park benches
arguing about the actual date of opening night... that
initial drawing of the curtain that drew us all in.
Gone to the dogs. Taken to street level. Bringing into
focus those faces that lurk in the alley... shadowed...
kept safe for an unmeasurable time.
Gothic nihilists are force-feeding their truth. Staying
a safe distance from any of them proper definitions.
Conscientious Objectors, turning over new leafs. Just when
autumn is about to make its subtle exit. Not really the
spotlight season this year.
And tell your sister that I remember her well. I always
had a soft spot for her. Slow dancing along the edge of
our future. Believing for a moment that we could have loved
each other if we just weren't so young and stupid.
Is there any unit of measurement that will do this justice?
How much given... how much received, felt, forgotten?...
Making obvious connections. And taking more than a few
things for granted. How come nobody ever took the time to
get to know all the things we could never know?
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