Cities -- 1
They say Love kills Time
They say Time kills Love
Oh my Love, let’s go
Before Time and Before Love.
-- Fairouz --
Sometimes it starts with an idea, a pure illusion some might say. It’s that photo on a postcard you received, or a short scene from a movie you liked perhaps. But that’s usually more than enough to trigger your curiosity. You go there once or twice to examine it more closely, and you start by visiting its main attractions. The amazing monuments and the buzzing streets grab your attention very fast, and soon enough you become addicted to that view from your favorite café, or the smell of fresh bread coming out of that bakery around the corner. Unconsciously, the decision is made. And suddenly, without a warning, you find yourself moving in there.
You keep on exploring, and as time passes by, the darker alleys and the collapsing buildings float to the surface. This newly found contrast with the more glamorous sides somehow adds to its charm, and you become more and more interested. Your eyes start hunting for the imperfections that distinguish it from all the others and they become the things you cherish the most. After all, they are your own discoveries, a luxury that only your eyes can enjoy, for they remain invisible to everyone else.
After a while, there’s nothing much left to discover. Everything falls into habit. The things you haven’t seen before become too predictable, and you become more or less familiar with every little detail it contains. The early amazement is replaced by a false feeling of security, and your capacity for wonder is suddenly diminished by the strong biased association you have formed with everything in it. You become too attached, and it haunts you as you travel, carrying around that heavy melancholic sense of longing for all the little things that have managed to become part of you.
Then, once again without a warning, you wake up some day and find yourself where you no longer wish to be. Time is Invincible. Time is Invincible. You pack your stuff and leave, leaving a few of your things behind to lighten up your burden. And you realize that this time you probably won’t miss a thing. The light and the darkness are merged so perfectly to stain your memory, but this stain won’t stay there for long. Soon more stains will come and will cover it completely, and eventually it becomes just a vague spot in the back of your head that you hardly ever notice and never really manage to understand.
They say Time kills Love
Oh my Love, let’s go
Before Time and Before Love.
-- Fairouz --
Sometimes it starts with an idea, a pure illusion some might say. It’s that photo on a postcard you received, or a short scene from a movie you liked perhaps. But that’s usually more than enough to trigger your curiosity. You go there once or twice to examine it more closely, and you start by visiting its main attractions. The amazing monuments and the buzzing streets grab your attention very fast, and soon enough you become addicted to that view from your favorite café, or the smell of fresh bread coming out of that bakery around the corner. Unconsciously, the decision is made. And suddenly, without a warning, you find yourself moving in there.
You keep on exploring, and as time passes by, the darker alleys and the collapsing buildings float to the surface. This newly found contrast with the more glamorous sides somehow adds to its charm, and you become more and more interested. Your eyes start hunting for the imperfections that distinguish it from all the others and they become the things you cherish the most. After all, they are your own discoveries, a luxury that only your eyes can enjoy, for they remain invisible to everyone else.
After a while, there’s nothing much left to discover. Everything falls into habit. The things you haven’t seen before become too predictable, and you become more or less familiar with every little detail it contains. The early amazement is replaced by a false feeling of security, and your capacity for wonder is suddenly diminished by the strong biased association you have formed with everything in it. You become too attached, and it haunts you as you travel, carrying around that heavy melancholic sense of longing for all the little things that have managed to become part of you.
Then, once again without a warning, you wake up some day and find yourself where you no longer wish to be. Time is Invincible. Time is Invincible. You pack your stuff and leave, leaving a few of your things behind to lighten up your burden. And you realize that this time you probably won’t miss a thing. The light and the darkness are merged so perfectly to stain your memory, but this stain won’t stay there for long. Soon more stains will come and will cover it completely, and eventually it becomes just a vague spot in the back of your head that you hardly ever notice and never really manage to understand.
posted by Without a Cause at 12:12 AM
3 Comments:
so when r u leaving?
Cities--2
???????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
where are you man , i can't wait !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
what's wrong ? are you sad?
Wonderfully written:) quite melancholic though, its not always black or white there are always shades of grey in between:)
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