it's all. and then it's nothing at all.Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Hide in the hiding place where no one ever goes.
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.
It's a little secret just the Robinsons' affair.
Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids.

Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the candidate's debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at this you lose.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio,
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
Jotting Joe has left and gone away,
Hey hey hey.

This is where Raina floods back into my mind and those lines repeated ad repeated till they become a part of your mind. Till they become a part of how you think, how you are. Lust is always more honest. It just messes with your body, not your mind. Sometimes I miss her. I have a way of letting go of people. I hate traveling. Yet nomadic. So nomadic.

It gets tiring. Sometimes you want to stop, take off your shoes, breath in the fresh air, take in your surroundings. But just when you begin doing that, life comes crashing upon you and teaches you it's not what you deserve. You're supposed to move on. And on. And never stay.

It's funny how broken hearts can break again without mending in the first place.