a question:

is it better to let a strong relationship stop ubruptly, and purposefully, so that you remember how much it means to you, but it hurts like hell?

or is it better for it to fizzle out slowly, so that it doesn't hurt...but the memories and feelings of it all fade into obscurity and you forget how much it all meant?

memories in a photograph

a lot of you have said that you are at a loss for words, or that words just aren't coming to you. but for me, words are the only describable way. so here are the words, words for you.
i want you to go back two posts. two of my posts. and look at the link that is there, and if it isn't working, here it is:
photo prayer
and i also found another type thing. here:
family
(and this post is in small writing, because i'm feeling small right now)


memories in a photograph

memories captured in a photograph
we want them to stay, last forever
not fading away in our thoughts, never
a memory for the ones who can’t recall
sepia colours on the photo frame
feelings captured so nice
but only this one moment
this moment frozen in time

photos fading never
unclear sepia shapes of the photographic set
so we will never forget

memories bound together in a photograph

the beauty should stay, last forever
enraptured picture, priceless memory
photographic retentions left to infinity
silently captured to never forget
not letting go of all you’ve held onto
the picture strongly held in your hands
trembling for the thoughts in your mind
i won’t let the painful tears roll over your face
so they can leave a cold trace

memories bound together in a photograph
keepsake off the past
all framed in this photograph

photos fading never
unclear sepia shapes of the photographic set
so we will never forget
so we will never forget

i was alone, i took a ride,
i didn't know what i would find there
another road where maybe i
could see another kind of mind there
then i suddenly see you,
did i tell you i need you
every single day of life?


you are my drug
and i am in withdrawl

B r O K e N

i'm broken, i'm torn,
i'm cracked, and i'm worn.
i'm lost, and it's cold.
i'm choking, i'm hurting,
i have lost faith in hoping
i'm trying not to care,
i'm searching for air,
i'm forgetting you were ever there.

i saw how this was breaking, but we weren't letting go.
i believed that things could be repaired,
as long as there was hope.
i didn't want to tell myself it couldn't be okay
so when reality came along, it hit me in the face.

the hole it kept on gaping,
and both of us,
we kept on changing.
for a long time i was dreaming, there really was incredible beauty in my world.
the memories were perfect,
the photographs were stories to be told.
i'll be better off alone.
you'll be better on your own
but where's the justice, at the bitter end
when your world is turned to stone