when the weather changes into the beginning of new life i miss you. maybe it's because you were the one that made me myself, you made me the seed, into me the flower. when i feel like i dont belong, that im not a part of the pretty people i remember every word you told me, and i miss it so much i cry. when the weather changes into the beginning of new life i want to look over at you during a show...dancing with your dreads flying and your huge smile, i want to know that feeling again. your hard to let go of you know....its hard to let go of the memories that make today so much less satisfying. its been years, and while on the east coast i'll see you, maybe you'll remember me and us, maybe we'll...for one second feel "that" and then move on. you were the first and should have been the last.
and to that i add
"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."
and to that i add
"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."
Knowing it and doing it are two different things.