Found happiness (535 hits)
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Submitted by whatsthis.at.hotmail.com (View user info) at 2004-09-16 14:56:06 EDT
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I hear the drizzle of the rain,
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm, continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.
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I remember that last day in London. We walked hand in hand along the Thames from Big Ben all the way down to Tower Bridge, talking and laughing as though I wouldn't leave the next day for home in the states. Then out of nowhere, as is common in London in the summer, it began to rain, and soon we were caught in a downpour. I popped open my cheap little umbrella that had cost 3 American dollars and you put your arm around me, holding me close, as we pushed on through the rain. It wasn't long before we were both soaked, save for our faces and the top of our heads. So much for staying dry.
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And from the shelter of my mind,
Through the window of my eyes,
I gazed beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.
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Living in that city was absolutley amazing. I gained, learned, and grew so much in the months that I was able to stay there. I woke up every morning happy to be alive, in that house on Palace Court in Notting Hill, and truly, I felt the most peace I'd felt in a long time. Every night, it seemed, I was thanking God in my prayers for the opportunity I'd been given to go to a place where I felt like I belonged, and then one night, and I something extra to thank Him for-- it was for that day I'd met you and the first night we shared together, talking on the stone steps of a church in Oxford Circus till nearly 2 am.
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My mind's distracted and diffused,
My thoughts are many miles away.
They lie with you, when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.
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We walked on through the rain, and you got more and more perturbed at getting so wet. You said you hated the cold and the wind, and I replied that it could be worse. You asked how, and in one movement I'd flug away the useless umbrella and watched it be carried off by a gust of wind. I turned and smiled at your surprised face and pulled you into a tight hug. As we kissed we let the rain fall onto our cheeks and catch in our eyelashes. You raised a gentle hand to my cheek and tenderly brought it through my hair. For a breif moment, neither of us noticed the cold, the wind, or the rain, we were just lost as time stood still.
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And a song I was writing goes left undone.
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't beleive
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.
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That same evening, after it had stopped raining, we walked all the way back down the Parliament Houses and crossed the river to go on the London Eye. I'd waited the whole time I was there to ride it, I'd wanted to wait till my last day and get my final shot of the city, a final impression. The sun was setting across purple and silver clouds as we went up, and reaching the top our talking and excited pointing to different places ceased. You whispered you'd miss me and brought your hand across my shoulders. We stared out, taking it all in, and I felt my eyes well up with tears. I hid them. I couldn't stand the thought of leaving London, of leaving you. How was I going to go back to the states when I'd found my home here?
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And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true.
I stand alone with out beleifs,
The only truth I know is you.
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We said goodbye that evening, exchanging email addresses, and I spent the rest of the night crying with and hugging all my roomates. They'd become my best friends in the time we'd all been in London. Eventually, however, we all went to bed, and in five hours I'd be waking up to catch a plane back home. Four hours later, at five a.m., a roomate who was already up shook me awake. You were on the phone, she said. I stumbled off my bed and went upstairs to take the call. I was half asleep, but your voice warmed me over. We talked for just a few minutes-- you'd called to say see you later, because goodbye seemed so final. We said we'd miss each other, and we'd keep in touch. It was heartbreaking hanging up the phone, but I left with some peace in my heart. I know it doesn't seem realistic or practical, but I do think I'll be seeing you again. Later. London wasn't a final goodbye. I know I'll be back.
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As I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die,
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.
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**Song by Simon and Garfunkel
***This is an older uberer, who has started over in many senses of the word. It's good to be back and writing again.
User Reviews
Submitted by your_brown_eyed_girl (user info) at 2004-09-27 11:51:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Give me my name back, bitch
Submitted by Ex_Lux_Astrum (user info) at 2004-09-17 00:22:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Love. Love usually ends up turning to shit. Fuck a bunch of love.
London. Jack lived in London. Jack had it right. Jack knew that love doth sucketh...go rip them, Jack. Grip' em and rip' em, you're a ripper, Jack.
Love.
I shall now go out and kill a ho'.
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-09-16 16:45:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Sad. I know the feeling.
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2004-09-16 16:24:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice.
Submitted by spedmonkey (user info) at 2004-09-16 15:02:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Whoever you are, nice post and welcome back.
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2004-09-16 15:01:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Welcome back.
This pleased me.