View allAll Photos Tagged Forget
Elliot:
"Her love is a rose pale and dying
Dropping her petals and men unknown
All full of wine the world before her
Or sober with no place to go"
Lyrics by Jeff Buckley
Sometimes, out near the edges, it was even possible to forget the Wall was there. (It's just past the treeline)
Although we try not to, is it inevitable that we will forget? With so few veterans of World War I left and those from World War II growing older, will we be able to connect to those who died or were badly wounded serving our country in wars fought before so many of us were born? And if we forget, what will the cost be?
Taken during the Wirksworth festival where the red igloo was built in the memorial gardens
Elliot:
"Don't fool yourself
She was heartache from the moment that you met her
My heart feels so still
As I try to find the will to forget her somehow
Oh I think I've forgotten her now"
Lyrics by Jeff Buckley
Montgomery, Cherice. (2005?). Forget-Me-Nots. Photo taken on the balcony of my apartment, Okemos, MI.
I like this flower as well as its name.
[ Nikon D5200, Nikon AF-S NIKKOR 28mm f/1.8G, f/2.5, 1/800sec, ISO100, Lightroom 4.4 ]
Forget About Love
Theme: S.O.S. (Anything But Love) - Apocalyptica, feat. Cristina Scabbia
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFZ9e4wx1H8&feature=relmfu
You send me to a broken state
Where I can take the pain
Just long enough
That I am numb
That I just disappear
Taking a walk at night, Ioh wanders up to one of the high places in the city. He finds a bench and sits. Much of his time any more is about sitting around. He hates this. It is just so... boring. But more so, his mind is losing sight of why he has come to this city. The map he was given, it is either lost or he has left it back at..., somewhere. He cannot remember. And this annoys him too. He is forgetting much, now, the more he comes to the city, and the more that he finds little to nothing around to give sway to his memory of any purpose for why he is here.
Ioh sighs and and slumps into the bench and murrs. "What the hell am I doing here?"
His tail swishes now as he pushes forward from his back leaning upon the bench to sitting up, still slumped. Elbows rest on his knees as his hands come up to his face. They rub at the temple of his forehead and he closes his eyes and looks into the depths of the shades of black within his eyelids. The darkness seems welcoming. It feels like some voice or other is saying in his mind, Come to the Void, wecome the veil over you.
He murrs again and shakes his head. "I came here for a reason, but I can't remember why."
A sudden thought is that maybe he has come here to save some lover. But then he grumbles at that and snorts with a harumph.
"Fuck that. I've chased and tried to save enough loves in my life. It's a futile effort. There's no reward in love. None."
It is true. He has had more loves than Elizabeth Talor had in her entire lifetime, and only over the span of four years did he surpass the number of past loves that 'Cleopatra' had of husbands. It is no wonder he has a sense of the bitter sweetness with regards to love and the stupidity that comes with it. Love has just as many tragic heroes as war, and each following a similar destructive decorum that the poets so stupidly jabber on about as what sweetness it is to serve and die for love and for futile causes that are both swept away with the wind in the end. Is it any wonder a male, human or feline, is but an utter fool and pawn in both games?
Ioh just shakes his head then sighs again, "I'm a fool. I'm a damn fucking fool. Wandering around in this place for God knows what reason. Hell, the Devil may know less, and both laughing at me. The bloke I am. The idiot who has served well in a Chess game that means nothing more than my own torment. And for what? I don't know any more."
Through the ramblings and half musings of this tortured soul, Ioh seems to have a moment of clarity. He is almost certain that he was on to a sober truth in his life. But if anything did come to him, it passed by, and it is as if a light has flicked off, and the darkness surrounds him further.
Murring again, he says in that moment of disillumination in an anti-epiphany, "I don't know any more. I have forgotten...."
So go on and fight me
Go on and scare me to death
Tell me I asked for it
Tell me I'll never forget
You could give me anything but love