The Ghost of Summer's Past

There is a comfort in longing for
Something that's gone forever
It shows how much that something meant to you
When it was here

To a person who claims
To never having had anything
They can be confronted by
The empty space where something once was

I could only remember feeling so bad
When the present time was passing by
Looking back now I realise
That the best and worst times in my life
Could coincide

My greatest achievement is also my greatest loss
The best thing I ever had is forever gone

It is a dark and fulfilling feeling of frustration
To reminisce and feel the opposite of anticipation

It is a talent of the soul
To discover the joys in pain
Thinking of moments you long for
Knowing you'll never have them again

A moment of euphoria
Inspired by a photograph from that summer
I remember how we hated everything
And in that we managed to find comfort in each other

Those days are gone, my heart goes on
I long for the way it used to be
When summer comes it will return
That feeling will become again
It comes on strong and so fast
But you know that it won't last
It's just the haunting of
The ghosts of summer's past

And though they are far behind me
I can still hear them calling
As if they were right beside me
Tempting my comfort in longing

I Can't Stop...

...I Can't Stop...

...Listening to this mix.

Thank you.

Speaking of Rapture..

I seem to have missed out.

Plugged

Ah how I have once again neglected my writing. Hopefully tonight was something of the spark I needed to refocus myself. All it took was a simple Rob. Who, if anyone has decided to peruse, is pretty well shaping up to be an extension of my own day to day observations. Just to go ahead and plug myself to any potential reader I have garnered here:

http://robabout.blogspot.com/.

If ever you have the desire to read short blurbs about a (personally) fascinating creature molded from the workaday thoughts that percolate in my mind (marked by abrupt endings, generally nonsensical and feckless observations, and a drowning redundancy), give it a browse. It may or may not make more sense to read it from the ground up. I'm not entirely sure if it will make sense at all. Don't care much to be honest.

In other (far less exciting) news, I have an MRI scheduled later this week. Also, unrelated to the MRI, still waiting on a slew of test results from ever persisting ailments I had thought were behind me. Feels good to say it aloud (somewhat). But thats about enough of that.

It was brought to my attention today that I use the word 'rapture' a fair bit in my writing. Got me to wondering whether or not I use it enough. Rapture. Almost as slick as 'anathema'. Or 'scintillate'. Scintillate. I have recently taken to the words 'banal' and 'fecund' as well.

I bought a Boris album. Which goes against everything I said about Boris awhile back. I am told its not their best. Doesn't matter its still fuckin' great.

We didn't read it in a big book

Big Book

Big Book!

Shook shook.