again and again

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

ill keep it as simple and understandable as possible.

i never had the chance. or i thought that i did have the chance but you showed me blank chances. and when everyone thought that you gave me the chance, and even when i thought that you were gonna save me, we were all wrong.

could you believe? i didn't believe. what i saw before me was, spectacular. everything was clad in gold and everyone that you and i knew were there. and we were together. but there never was a you and me. and that's surprising. how can we be together if there never was a we. everyone thought that there was, and what's more stupid, even i thought there was. but there never was. late nights i'd think, i'd solemnly think, while singing to the tune of wonderwall. oh we all know how this goes.

we were together. that's really surprising. we walked through the gold halls. us together. everyone was looking at us and they were smiling. and we were smiling. it was stormy outside and the rain hit hard against the tall windows. you got scared. you heard the lightning. so i held your hand. and i felt it. and then for a while. we stopped. and looked around. everyone's attention was not on us anymore. and we were left alone. we didn't know how we'd fair against the world but we'd only hug each other to know that it's all going to be okay. it all sounds so corny but that didn't matter at that moment. and then we had the crescent moon all to ourselves.

but as the cliche of my life goes. i'd always seem to screw it up. and screw it up i did. and you left me. but i found you. i found you and held you.

and then i asked you. then you answered.

i knew i never had the chance. but this happening just proves that maybe i did. or maybe not. i really don't know.

it's funny how you wake up and realize that how everything seemed so surreal just moments before. but everything that just happened had a resonance in my head. sounding again and again.

when we were together. and when i found you after you left me. i asked you a question.

"is this real?" it is and will be.

you know how i love oasis but you didn't see that and saw it as pathetic. but this doesn't matter.

so what do you say? you can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway, you're half the world away.

jau imagined at 12:02 PM

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