21/03/06

It all comes back to haunt you,
the things you love the most, the things you
let go of when they least expect it,
the things you're good at, master & enjoy & the
things you haven't paid enough attention to, that
slip from memory & view and need revision. Gold stars & flaws.
The people you fuck & fuck over, the things you chase
after, travel continents to see, work thru the night for,
shed tears over, throw your arms around, endlessly
repeat & rework, like a scratched up song skipping & jumping,
that you hold your breath to reach, get knots in your stomach & sick
over, stutter the name of, get so excited about seeing that
you can't even sleep, eat or think straight,
don't know what to say or write or do about,
frozen to the spot terrified & blissful, self-satisfied & deflated,
the people you would do anything for, anything to be worthy of,
to have a single moments more attention from,
the things you have to do to prove yourself, to show the world
what you are capable of:
All that you hold up & onto ricochets back at you eventually
with everything you thought you'd kissed goodbye & seen the end of.
Everything matters. Everything is forever without exclusion.

Words by Julian Roberts