Leaving
So this is the end, this is goodbye
I'm leaving, we're done, it's over...
We both have no more tears left to cry
We've had our share of tiring fights
Broken dishes, broken feelings...
And too many long, sleepless nights
There'll be no more love-making in our bed
No more lying next to you, wondering...
What thoughts run through your head
On the beach, we'll share no more walks
No more picnic lunches...
Nor our wide-awake 2a.m. talks
I'll try to remember the way you made me feel
And all the sweet memories we've made...
Sometimes, your love for me seemed too good to be real
I'll treasure all of the special times we shared
Woa, so many things to do in my student associations!!! All to do with some sort of creative, and inventive thinking (followed by execution) so I'm feeling a bit artsy really....
Science told me what the clouds and the moon are made of and the secrets of a child's birth. Now that it even told me why the sky is blue, what is there left to dream about? It told me where I come from and defined who I'll be. It's done. I'm stuck. Looking out the window on a 10 hour flight I can't muster enough awe to enjoy the view, full as it is of explainable phenomena. There's no more tooth fairy, no more Santa and sometimes even no more God... With the child gone, who is there left to dream after all?
This journal entry was sponsored by Science; sucking the mystery out of life since 382 BC.