Monday, April 12, 2004
See, I had this moth. It was very pretty. I nurtured and cared for this moth until one day it fluttered against my eye and got that weird moth dust in it. In a fit of rage I tore off my moth's wings and ground it under my heel until all that remained was that damn fucking dust.
There was once this girl. I moved so I could be closer to her. She once told me "I can't picture myself with anyone else" and I replied "You mean you couldn't picture yourself being at this bar with anyone else?" "..." "Oooh. You mean like together."
She once beat me at Trivial Pursuit. The only person who has ever beaten me at that game. I lie now and claim I've never been beaten.
She once asked me to move to Regina. I wanted to and then she didn't want me to. I visited her once there and claimed I felt at home because everyone in the mall downtown wore either splash pants or sweat pants.
She once asked me to move to Japan with her. I was excited. They seem to have a healthy love of baseball as well as a good punk rock scene in Japan. I'm sure I could have grown to be a fan of the Seibu Lions.
She said "I couldn't see myself travelling with anyone else." I should have responded with something less naive than "Wow, that's pretty major. You know I still have strong feelings for you." Hindsight is twenty-twenty. She responded with "It's not a big deal. Maybe we shouldn't."
She was always good at popping in and out of my life and dropping huge announcements ("Let's move to Japan" "I'm driving 12 hours tomorrow to come see you") and then dropping out again for months.
I was eager to receive. Then I saw how ugly that was.
The moth didn't die, it just became something else.
There was once this girl. I moved so I could be closer to her. She once told me "I can't picture myself with anyone else" and I replied "You mean you couldn't picture yourself being at this bar with anyone else?" "..." "Oooh. You mean like together."
She once beat me at Trivial Pursuit. The only person who has ever beaten me at that game. I lie now and claim I've never been beaten.
She once asked me to move to Regina. I wanted to and then she didn't want me to. I visited her once there and claimed I felt at home because everyone in the mall downtown wore either splash pants or sweat pants.
She once asked me to move to Japan with her. I was excited. They seem to have a healthy love of baseball as well as a good punk rock scene in Japan. I'm sure I could have grown to be a fan of the Seibu Lions.
She said "I couldn't see myself travelling with anyone else." I should have responded with something less naive than "Wow, that's pretty major. You know I still have strong feelings for you." Hindsight is twenty-twenty. She responded with "It's not a big deal. Maybe we shouldn't."
She was always good at popping in and out of my life and dropping huge announcements ("Let's move to Japan" "I'm driving 12 hours tomorrow to come see you") and then dropping out again for months.
I was eager to receive. Then I saw how ugly that was.
The moth didn't die, it just became something else.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 10:23 PM 
