Dream a scene to brighten face

What I've realised is that I don't really blog for other people, I just blog for myself. It's a way of trying to restore order in chaos and at times take a snapshot of the madness.

There are things that my friends and some people know of, which haven't been able to settle with me lately. After something that happened today, I think it really is time to get on.

In my room are several empty photo albums. They are empty because I can never find the time to choose which out of my many (by many I mean more than 10,000) photos to print and make into a piece of crafstwomanship that is worth keeping in that format. At this moment I am on Snapfish about to upload all your photos (not that you're even reading) so I can send them for printing.

An interesting theory about people that show up in our life is that they appear only for the purpose that you prayed they would. They only feature in this motion picture for the cameo or supporting character you needed to fill in at the time, and a lot of the time they fulfill their purpose, and leave the storyline.

It's only a theory.

Although perhaps some memories are meant to remain just that, as memories. Memories that collect dust on the shelf.

This dusty snapshot is going to be only of you. I don't know if it will help me, but I have to bury you somehow.

In our short years we come long way

To treat it bad and throw away

And if we make a little space

A science fiction showcase

In our short film, a love disgrace

Dream a scene to brighten face

In our short years we come long way

To treat it bad, just to throw it away

I want you to be free

Don’t worry about me

And just like the movies

We play out our last scene

You wont cry, I wont scream