Archive - Jan 6, 2009
The Wall
Submitted by xsyn on Tue, 2009-01-06 19:01I haven't posted for the last bit, and I can blame vacation, lack of connectivity and being busy, mostly I blame not really being here.
It's been an interesting month, I've had friends, family, Romans and countrymen giving me strange input. Well the input has been odd to me. Over the last month, I was told many times that I've been scarce, that I've been odd. My own father said to me that I've not been loving as much as I used to. It seems that over the last while I've been intellectualising, a sport which I can arrogantly say that I enjoy, a game that I've been winning well, because of the cost to another game that I'm used to playing; a game of caring, and loving.
I've been further removing myself from the people I love because I don't want to disappoint them. I've been angry at people that have shown me nothing but care. I got so caught focusing on things that I wanted to grow into that I lost some of the fundamental elements that made me. I became so inward focused that I seperated myself off. Comfortably Numb.
It was only through the awarness, and fear of severing relationship completely that I became aware that something may be amiss, and as I slowly started talking to some of my closest friends, and incredibly slowly showing my care for them (thanks to their example, and the example of my exceptional family) that I was able to change track, and to shine on.
Thank you for helping me experience myself again...
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!


