The mind really is a terrible thing. The way things are never seems to match up with the way we wish they were. Even more disheartening is that the way we wish things were very seldom matches up with the way they should be. Our ideas are not ideal. Humans sure do find a way to ruin everything.
I saw something beautiful the other day. It made my eyes turn for the first time in as long as I can remember. Unfortunately, its elegant exterior soon began to peel and I could see the lack of substance within. Nothing more than an aesthetically pleasing, empty, meaningless shell.
The colors are starting to blend, but I still see the red in the lines of these songs and the pictures of my memory. As much as I wish to hold on, the red must fade and it will fade. I'll learn to paint with new colors and call it a masterpiece and hold my tongue as I lie through my teeth.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fondness makes the absence longer
Length loses my interest, I'm a realist, I'm insatiable...
Harboring these diminishing so called vital organs
Hope my heart goes first, I hope my heart goes first
We are beautiful, we are doomed."
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