All I Have: Memories


This is the place you end up when you lose the chase
Where you're dragged against your will from a basement on the hill
And all anybody knows is you're not like them
And they kick you in the head and send you back to bed
Isolation pulled you past a tunnel
To a bright world where you can make a place to stay
But everybody's scared of this place, they're staying away
Your little house on Memory Lane
The mayor's name is fear
His force patrols the pier
From a mountain of cliche
That advances every day
The doctor spoke a cloud
He rained out loud
You'll keep your doors and windows shut
And swear you'll never show a soul again
But isolation pushes you 'til every muscle aches
Down the only road it ever takes
But everybody's scared of this place, they're staying away
Your little house on Memory Lane
If it's your decision to be open about yourself
Be careful or else
Be careful or else
I'm comfortable apart
It's all written on my chart
And I take what's given me
Most cooperatively
I do what people say and lie in bed all day
Absolutely horrified
I hope you're satisfied
Isolation pushes past self-hatred, guilt, and shame
To a place where suffering is just a game
But everybody's scared of this place, they're staying away
Your little house on Memory Lane
Your little house on Memory Lane
(RIP ESmith)

Honestly?


This is not the way that I thought Europe Semester would end. I fancied it more like the end of a Shakespearean comedy, sans the multiple marriages of course. I pictured laughing and giddiness, sheer excitement to go home, but also the intense awareness that we will never again be in a group quite like this...all these things point to a good time, in my mind. Why then, am I slaving away over three essays, feeling sick to my stomach, and crying?

Uh! Just thought I'd share. I want to say more more more all the time, but alas, I think my stomach is coming out of my mouth. So I have to go.
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