My Manual For Everything
(Deep Thoughts, 1854 views) - 4/14/05
(recorded 4/14/05 @ 9:23:38 AM)
Speaking in haiku is passe, and so old hat. Let's try sonnets instead.
And perhaps there will be a time when we're just that cute.
And you'll know that the first song we danced to was this and the way I held you was that.
And I'll be sure I remember the number of beats you make in a minute,
And the number of breaths you forever take.
Oh, and the specific shade of your eyes, because we so often rely on those for so many thingsâ€”honesty, truth, a way to peer into someone... and an easy source of compliments.
It's all variations of a theme.
We can always change things just enough to not be a rerun, to not be the precise same dance.
But fear those things which feel so much alike.
They'll always follow the same patterns,
The same ebb and flow,
The same tide and the same rise and fall.
They wouldn't be called patterns if they didn't, silly.
Your tears can only fall so many ways.
And your smiles can only curve just so many degrees.
And you can only stay so transparent for so long.
And you can only find yourself so many degrees away from having a temperature.
Before you realize that your fever comes with the chills.
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