Pungent Little Blanket

If I had to choose between to forget you or to erase you, I would choose I had never met you.

This is the thought of remembering someone that I tend to forget. It is like the love hate relationship that you develop with your blanket. You hate the smell but yet, you sniff it to lull you to a good night dream.

I wish I could remember the words of Bob Dylan. That phrase... That one simple phrase...


pakmat said…
..how about Tambourine Man..

'Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time,
far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees,
out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea,
circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.'

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