Bing Wright, Broken Mirror/Evening Sky, (2012).
I still die laughing everytime I see this scene
Of those I thought were once close, to whom have become ghosts among the living: /I think of you now and then, sometimes fondly even. I don’t hate or wish misfortune, /But at times, I wish we could still be friends. Although we may have our differences /and since then have parted ways - I hope you find and read this in remembrance.
I’ve been thinking, am I a bad memory?
For those who don’t know, I’d like to be a good one.
I’d say that’s why we stopped talking, of course,
Because I’m not one worth remembering anymore.
I don’t know what people see when they look into me … ?
As you may recall, I have a poor sense of self-imagery.
Yet, I’d hate to see that careless face of yours turn ‘round
Once you find out I’ve lifted myself up and gone.
Is it that hard to keep me among your thoughts?
To leave a memory behind is less painful than recalling.
My problem here is, I forget it’s no longer yesterday,
While you’ve already moved on, years and counting.
Sure, we shared some nice moments together,
But my thoughts are placed among what went wrong,
It’s too painful to return; because I’m a bad memory, right?
Then I’ll leave your memories alone.
|—||― Martin Luther King Jr. (via psych-quotes)|
Twisted Grid #3
I’ve never seen Breaking Bad but I do know that’s one of our famous bridges. I pass it everyday on the train to work. L.A. Is My Lady.
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