westid

i’ve learned not to be selfish now when i go to ring that bell. even when i can come up with a reason to ring it, i will get slapped down still if it’s not a good one. they speak like anything’s possible if you think positive, but fold all your ambitions up and put them away. you might even get a good grapple of reasons, but they’re not going to reach all the way to the end of the day. then what’s new tomorrow? if it’s not new then it’s not going very well for you. laugh if you want, they aren’t very good at remembering the things you can do. you certainly didn’t need to fuck about coming up with a reason to

there are some low hanging things that – if you have depth, wouldn’t let yourself sink down to – might look like they’re all that’s left for you. straighten the knot in your tie and face yourself, remember your standards that still stand, silent but strong, speak for you. what might have fallen, your grace didn’t descend too. your heart is consistent and they will always know that the feelings you’ve had through it all – there will never be any questioning the stuff of real substance, yes that was always so, as real as the electricity that it felt so attached to, and undoubtable in that nothing could have ever been more true

feelings change, but what makes them is to forever more remember how real they were, regardless of if they still are. i don’t ring the bell because i remember, and the sound of it makes me see how that is forgotten. you don’t take so long to find that out, you don’t need such a reminder – or to be reminded at all – and everything there is to learn about it you learn quick

and there, in that moment albeit silently, another light in the clear night sky goes out.