Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "1994"
Neptune Records .
I know her presence real well. Her absence, her absence is really really familiar. But my familiar stranger is missing, I miss her. So very much. I miss her guitar and what she wrung out from her strings. But something had gotten inverted along the way and she reverted into this stranger that's truly familiar and yet strangely beautiful, of strange beauty.
Oddly enough, I remember how she felt in my home, how the walls felt with her within them. Some places are not places. It's weird. I don't know, man. This place, ancient and nouveau, is making me fall in love with her. But what she feels about herself is quite a different story. So from now on all my stories, every page, will be about her wanting to leave this place but how she couldn't. She did after all promised me to let me get back to my story, she promised to get me back to my story, leading me there by hand.
I look around, I don't care about people like these, I care about people like her.
Why?
Because I want to. But who's rooting for us ? Certainly not her. Maybe in another story and why not? For she's like an idea, plump and overripe. Though the only one consuming her was her.
Until now.
Oddly enough, I remember how she felt in my home, how the walls felt with her within them. Some places are not places. It's weird. I don't know, man. This place, ancient and nouveau, is making me fall in love with her. But what she feels about herself is quite a different story. So from now on all my stories, every page, will be about her wanting to leave this place but how she couldn't. She did after all promised me to let me get back to my story, she promised to get me back to my story, leading me there by hand.
I look around, I don't care about people like these, I care about people like her.
Why?
Because I want to. But who's rooting for us ? Certainly not her. Maybe in another story and why not? For she's like an idea, plump and overripe. Though the only one consuming her was her.
Until now.
