tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15042610.post112679464068201825..comments2023-09-23T07:06:57.553-05:00Comments on Some Words...: The SongNetworkchichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158414702993122385noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15042610.post-1126877540701990022005-09-16T08:32:00.000-05:002005-09-16T08:32:00.000-05:00You're just like me. It can make life... interesti...You're just like me. It can make life... interesting, but at least know we're alive!WDKYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15353336844486270059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15042610.post-1126876586534281092005-09-16T08:16:00.000-05:002005-09-16T08:16:00.000-05:00Well maybe some of what you say is true. Although...Well maybe some of what you say is true. Although if you know anything about parking in Chicago, you know no one has much choice about where they park. Basically it's drive around 20 mins and grab what you can. But, with that said, I must admit that when I did park there, I did think about the musician. It wasn't a thought of hoping to run into him rather a fond memory of what used to be. I don't think I'd be human if I didn't reminisce about what once was. Although part of me does wonder what 'could have been' my reality has a much stronger pull on my heart strings. I do not want to lose what I have, but maybe sometimes we have to be tested to see how loyal we really are.Networkchichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09158414702993122385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15042610.post-1126808072397304792005-09-15T13:14:00.000-05:002005-09-15T13:14:00.000-05:00Hmmmm... should I say what I think, or what you wa...Hmmmm... should I say what I think, or what you want to hear? I could ask you if it really was such a coincidence that you parked where you did, that you happened to peer into the window as you got back to your car, that you fumbled your keys? Or I could ask you what it would mean to lose what you have?<BR/><BR/>Or, maybe, we could just dwell on the romance, the inevitablity, the poetry of it all.<BR/><BR/>When all's said and done, NC, you make your own destiny.WDKYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15353336844486270059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15042610.post-1126801780790665372005-09-15T11:29:00.000-05:002005-09-15T11:29:00.000-05:00Well it's only a hinderance if you let it. Memorie...Well it's only a hinderance if you let it. Memories are there to serve us when we need them i.e. when we're feeling lonely, catch a familiar scent or masturbation. When you walked away from your last meeting what was going through your mind? How was it going to affect you here in the now? Or was it all the great memories you had from before. That should point you in the true direction.k o whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15943129503916125851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15042610.post-1126800487771718312005-09-15T11:08:00.000-05:002005-09-15T11:08:00.000-05:00Yeah that's true, I just can't figure out if that'...Yeah that's true, I just can't figure out if that's a good thing or a hinderance.Networkchichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09158414702993122385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15042610.post-1126796762269575892005-09-15T10:06:00.000-05:002005-09-15T10:06:00.000-05:00It's only natural to have apprehension/exhilaratio...It's only natural to have apprehension/exhilaration at the idea of running into an ex-lover. They never completely leave our psyche and when you run into them your brain immediately blows the dust off of the memories made.k o whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15943129503916125851noreply@blogger.com