There's beauty in the breakdown... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wonderment Sometimes, I wonder. I wonder how different we really are. I wonder if you know the secrets that I send out to you in the night's sky. I wonder if you ever send secrets out to me or if you ever hear my whispers in the dark. I wonder what it would be like to hold you in my arms again and to be held by you. I wonder how two people can be so incredibly linked and be so far apart. I wonder if you ever think about me anymore. I wonder if you still know how I feel. I wonder if I still know you feel. I wonder if someone else has noticed the way you can look up at someone and make them feel like nothing else will ever matter as much as that moment. I wonder if your favorite color is still purple. I wonder if you still love cherry Pop-Ice and if you ever found someone else's garage to hang out in while you eat them in silence. I wonder if you still jump on trampolines and reach for the stars, telling another girl how you'd pluck one in the sky to match her eyes. I wonder if you still use to same old tired cliches to win a girls heart, only adding a twist to make it belong to just the two of you. I wonder if you still make up nicknames for everyone around you just to let them know they have a special place in your life. I wonder if you still think of me when you sing "Glycerine" while strumming your guitar on a summer's night on the beach. I wonder if you are still writing all your poetry out in that brown leather journal I bought for you in Paris. I wonder if you still run your hands over the soft leather and make up stories about how the vintage book was made. I wonder if you still listen to Black Motorcycle Rebel Club and the Pixies and Cursive and The Promise Ring and Fugazi. I wonder if you have found a way to make amends with your mom and to show your sister that you actually do love her, just as I wonder if your dad ever saw the amazing man he was missing out on in you. I wonder if you still think Alicia Silverstone is the most beautiful woman in the world or has someone else stolen your heart. I wonder if you still love me just as much as I still love you. I wonder...I wonder about you. Let's see if we can remember all of the vows that we made. Kisses you gave me, the vows you made me. None of these things have changed. ("Nothing's Changed" - Chris Isaak) 1:20 PM - 06.09.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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