Sunday, June 11, 2006
Runaway 2
Today's Video: Runaway by The Corrs
I've been in a Corrs mood lately. They are just so pleasant.
Say it's true,
there's nothing like me and you,
I'm not alone,
tell me you feel it too,
And I would runaway, I would runaway,
Cause I have fallen in love,
I'm never gonna stop falling in love
Ladies and Gentlemen. What has it all been in the end? Is all this dying making me a better person? I was just asking my friend if destruction is required to establish something as a form of history. Because a past, that has not been destroyed, would it still be considered as the present? And maybe in dying everyday, we would slowly be processed into something historical. I guess this is uncharacteristically cliche for me, but what I can say is that at least the music I love and play, is something that will never be destroyed, and those are eternal emotions, and my own little plot of Immortality, at least for now. Maybe, in order to stay alive, I have to fall in love with something every day.
Love. Can't remember whether or not I posted about this before, but I remember thinking once, in the shower ( where all good thoughts come), that
He was like poetry,
not for some romantic notion, but because I always found more in it than the author intended. Half the romantic, deeply intriguing and highly idealised things I was, and am, finding inside of him don't even exist. Why should I love a fallacy? All those cliches about Loving Love, and loving its ideal, or its feeling or its by-products, free gifts etc etc. Really makes me wonder how much of it is about the person, because maybe in the end, "Nice" is enough to cut it.
And maybe it shouldn't be that simple.
belle epoque at 12:25 PM