posted by dave on Friday, April 3, 2009 at 11:39 PM in category ramblings
They don't really snap.
It's more like they stretch and stretch and then eventually they just sort of dissolve.
So then suddenly they're just not there.
And I try to make do, with whatever's left. I shift my grip, and I try to hang on.
If they snapped, if they made a sound when they broke, I think that would make more sense. And maybe it would have more impact that way, instead of just sort of sneaking me up to this inevitable fall.
I don't know why I think that, though.
Maybe for the same reason I keep trying to hang on in the first place.
Maybe because I'm weird, or maybe because I'm in love, or maybe because I'm retarded.
It's all a matter of persepctive, I suppose.
This makes me think of you as Wiley Coyote. The tightrope has snapped beneath you, but you don't realize it yet, so you're just dangling in mid-air until you look down and gravity takes its effect.
posted by: NakedGirl | April 4, 2009 12:53 AM