I had been corresponding with somebody lately, and chapters upon chapters of what used to be somehow stacked high against the wall - to the point I actually ran out of explanations, reasons, and eventually, patience to contain my disgust to reiterate the stories all over again.
It was out of goodwill, but sometimes it hurts to be answering a question that probes so deeply like a dredge sucking deep sea water.
How do you answer a question like, "What was the real reason it (Nightsound) disbanded?" I'm sure the select few looking at this post would have something to offer for an elaboration. But really, would you even bother to try?
I guess that sort of kept me suppressed for the last 2 days, wondering about in the valley of doubt, and struggling in the belly of what-ifs. I suppose it doesn't really matter unless the truth does somewhat make a difference, which, as it is, doesn't quite make sense anyway.
Perhaps it's been so darn boring thinking about the whys, that things do become important. Irwin's been right all these years: People think too much.
Just to lament a little more. Should I send a pretty gift? or a giant pig head?
"Time flies away: away
There's a truth in tomorrow
To take away all the sorrows: as the skies fall down
There's a hope I can see, without my eyes
Done: what cannot be undone
With promises we cannot find; lies we cannot hold
There's always tomorrow;
We will be here tomorrow - without me around
There's the love I can't give:
That I can't live, and I can't find
Can't leave it with you
There's no need to cry:
When there's no more feelings
What hurt you and I was when we said goodbye
What love could not try:
Is take away the feelings
What wrecked you and I, was you and I"