now. But I felt the disconnect very harshly. My mind and eyes kept searching for spaces that did not exist anymore. Every corner I took I expected to see something that wasnt there anymore. But then again whatever I was looking for was it ever there, or even back then it was just an 'impossible imagined'.
Where there was angry red
I saw incredible hues of copper
Where there were hard edges I saw shimmery crystalline lines
I saw beauty because I felt it
I was young, I was naive
But I still regret nothing
For then I was capable of imagining the impossible...
Now its a heap, a dusty heap of unwashed remains, of stories told over and over, of afternoons that scorch and nights not cool enough.
Over crowded than my most wildest imagination, there are no corners to hide in, no spaces to dissolve your thoughts into. Its walls upon walls of breathing human flesh, striving to survive.
Then again, places and faces change all the time, based on our own perceptions.
So when I walked those streets again I tried to be who I was..
A long ago girl with wide brown eyes
Wild crazy streak that frightened herself too
a song that went nowhere, nowhere near the truth
A long ago girl with syrupy dreams of dew
Hazy lonely afternoons and wasted summer nights
A long ago girl searching for divine
Walking on the streets and reaching for the stars
Walking on the streets and reaching for the stars
Her thoughts like tumbleweed made of leaves and grass and straw
A long ago girl, long since forgotten
Like the city that swallowed her whole
A long ago want, a long ago need, a long ago taste of the salty bitter sweet..
