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A trophy display of bruises.
So, I went to this bonfire on saturday. Not to be one to miss out on possibly fun-filled occasions, I had been looking forward to this all week. Upon finally reaching the bonfire, I had two conclusions.
#1: Mountain driving sucks. People need to move right the ******** out of the sticks. Seriously. ******** you mountain people, you're just trying to kill me.
#2: You can never go back. It's not the same as it was, and it's not ever going to be. Your old friends are still shitheads. They didn't grow up, they just grew older. You can't recapture the feeling of being in the rght place at the right time, with the right people. It's over. Time to move on, I suppose.
I went to all these parties at the infamous huffs house, and they always had this magical feeling. Like some teeny-bopper movie, except filled with the freaks and geeks of the school. All my friends, good music, mass quantities of alcohol, and a untouchable feeling of right. Not always good, but right. This was a difinitive part of growing up, this was all meant to be. We were here, in this magical time and place. Free from rules and regulations other than what we all understood to be true and right. Free from punishment and authority. No cop could get up that mountain, just for us. We were invincible.
It was ultimately flawed, too. The freedom of restriction led to more jackasserey and ******** stupidity than I have ever seen. I'm surprised there were no deaths. Luck was in our favor on that occasions. Well, that and the fac that shitheads don't have a real steady grip on the knives to their throats when they are inebriated. Thank whichever diety you choose for that.
Part of me hungers for the "ol' days", when responsibility was at a minimum, when drugs were plentiful, where booze flwed like rivers, where friendships were made ever stronger, and where you could fall in love in a single night. On the whole, I'm happier now, but not as adventerous, not as lively. Some of that old anger has been replaced by a dull ache, a hollow spot where once burned a festering rage. Teen angst, I suppose. It's all bullshit in the end, no matter what anyone tells you. People are ********, plain and simple. You just make friends with the excpetions, hopefully.
The bonfire just wasn't my scene anymore. I guess it's time to put it behind me, and let those embers die. Leave behind those years like so much ash in the wind.
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"No such thing" - John Mayer
"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above
So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits
Maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you got to rise above
I am invincible
As long as I'm alive
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above
I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion
I'm gonna bust down the double doors
And when I stand on these tables before you
You will know what all this time was for
 Twistex · Mon May 09, 2005 @ 01:36pm · 4 Comments |
