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Just The Idea

Memories, has the moon lost her memories?

She is the moon, I am the sun, and the Earth stands between us. The world eclipses our view, our connection. In this black oasis I see no future only memories of past flames; past flame.

Like any star I’m told to burn alongside the brilliance of another. This advice comes with a quest, one that forks with choices: two. One covers the curves of countless hypergiants. Beauties with forms so luminous they scar the retina. This course rolls like hills; from sight-seekers peeks to low-lying valleys. Girls to gander at, but ultimately nothing more than tin trophies with pretty paint. The sparkles? Bright but cheap and fading.

The other path is cut through the same space; however, its direction is far more dedicated. It has one purpose and point, that of another star both radiant and warm. For you see, the brighter male knows that a star’s beauty must also burn from within.

Oft times this road is dimly lit. No pseudo supernovas to light up the night, it isn’t one big room full of bad bitches. It’s a hope, a belief, an idea. Just an idea?


I HATE when I hear that it’s, “Just an idea.” You wouldn’t believe the thought I’ve given to, “Just the idea!” Nor the emotions I have surrounding it. Oft times I loathe it; the words like bile in my mouth; the concept like rot in my brain.

I hear the words echo. I sense the mockery in their tone. It’s as though I’m a being below the speaker’s sense of worth. I have an inferiority complex. I war with big canons, but I feel dwarfed before this philosophy, Napoleonic.

Sometimes I love it though; like a blanket it comforts me. But was it ever real? Was it just a thought? Ultimately I’m always reminded that it was not.

There are those who consider me creative, so much so that I’m believed capable of forming a concept and falling for the same. But I swear there were real emotions, moments, and a face. Though they’ve all gone, they haven’t left this space. The moon has lost her memories, what once was bright’s now lifeless rock. If this was all just an idea, than why the fuck can’t it be forgot?

I still don’t know, and I still believe in stars.




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  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000583209773 Sabrina Camp

    my fav. line – ‘the brighter male knows that a star’s beauty must also burn from within.’

  • Chris Elliott

    Yikes! What a strong piece. Jesus Christ dude. You’re starting to make me feel like the dreamland blog, should also be printed in scroll! lol Your quality keeps increasing. Very deep post, and I love the metaphorical presence throughout. Great work man. And amazing song choices! Love all of them, but you forgot Maxwell – Lifetime.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMAHTZ2nBvk&ob=av2e

    • Anonymous

      Great choice. The songs were just the ones I’d been playing all week while I worked on this idea. I have a fourth part in this series coming next Saturday. Teenage Love Affair started a whole new angle for the Love Blog, it’s nice to have it back in full swing. 

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