Vidasubliminal - Weinen

And maybe soulmates weren't meant to fall in love but rather to have a connection a silent one an eyes glancing across the room a quiet but so so deadly spark that poured upon with a single word of gasoline could explode maybe we were meant to walk by eachother and say sorry when our shoulders bumped and take a little bit of each other's souls with us when we left and look for each other in the eyes of every stranger we meet and think about the girl we bumped into

And the fleeting feeling I get from writing what's on my mind getting it out like a cleanse like I'm vomiting up all the bottled up things I wanted to say to you after being sick for so so long the coldness of your embrace or rather your lack thereof one will fade with the warm summer weather and the flowers blooming in my grandmother's backyard the wrinkles on her hands remind me of the passing time I'll never see the wrinkles on your hands someone else will I'll never see the ring on your hand but I hope it's glistening like the light in your eyes when you mention music

Constant comparing and contrasting it's like every stranger I meet I look for you maybe they have the same colored eyes or a similar sounding voice and suddenly I'm in love until I remeber it's not you and again I'm in the back of the classroom and I know I'm not crazy the way you laughed and told jokes in my ear and we never paid attention to the teachers and you borrowed my pen and wore my braclets and smelt of my perfume and suddenly I'm back in my room and I know I'm not crazy the way you'd tell me what you like and what you want to do and suddenly I am crazy and we don't talk and you are a stranger the one I'm looking for you in and I don't know you at all

"to smithereens" is one of the worst things to be blown to. right up there with weezer

"In a small cafe at a location so remote it stands in the middle of the middle of nowhere, John - a man in a hurry - is at a crossroads. Intent only on refueling before moving along on his road trip, he finds sustenance of an entirely different kind. In addition to the specials of the day, the cafe menu lists the questions all diners are encouraged to consider:

Why are you here?

Do you fear death?

Are you fulfilled?"

I hope we never stop being friends

I would really like to move to Amsterdam with you

And ride bikes to markets

And walk in parks

And listen to records and play chess

When we talk I forget the nightmares

And when we talk I don't remeber how sad I am for a bit

Your haikus are my favorite time of the day

You were always interested in humans. Ever since you were a little girl, they've fascinated you. Even though the others had always warned you about how dangerous they were, how much your kind had infatuated them with ideas of catching and capturing.... It didn't matter. All you dreamed about was to be human, to see one, to talk to one. You often rebelled, rather that be swimming too far out to shore or stealing left behind treasures, it drove your parents mad.

One day, you were swimming about, looking for some new trinket or jewelry, something lost in the ocean by a human. However, there didn't seem to be anything worth taking today. It was sunny and bright, and you decided to check it out, to get some fresh air. Obviously, you were cautious, but curiosity still overcame you. When you popped your head out of the water, you saw a ship. This intrigued you. You lived in a rather desolate and rather dangerous spot of the ocean that people - let alone pirates - ever crossed through.

The ship was large, wooden, and it had huge sails with an odd sort of emblem on it that you could only describe as some sort of...bug? With wings. You've learned about humans and the things on the land. This one was new, though, a long-ish bug, wings poking out of the sides. It was pretty.

But the ship wasn't the only thing that caught your eyes. There was a woman. Her hair, aburn, glistening in the scorching sun, her hat placed high on her head, a captain? Must be.

You swam closer, your purple iridescent scales simmered under the sunlight, your long dark hair flowing behind you. When you popped your head back up, you hid behind a large rock. Getting a closer look at her face, it was littered with freckles, her flowy blouse swaying with every wind that passed...

You've seen humans before. But this, this was different. You couldn't exactly explain it.. but something about this woman, this... captain, made you more intrigued. You wanted to swim closer, to risk it all. And in the midst of your observing... she saw you, eyes met. No, eyes locked. You snapped out of it, dipping beneath the surface. Had you really just let a human see you! You should turn away, swim home, and avoid the surface for a while. But you don't, you don't turn away. Infact you look again, rising to the surface once more.

She's still looking, but she doesn't say anything. She doesn't call out to a crew member. She isn't even suprised, she just grins. Her eyes shimmer. They're like emeralds, beckoning you closer, calling your name.

So you swim closer.