You're Gone Again

Last night we went to see Explode Into Colors and you got upset that I was dancing. The only people who don't dance to Explode Into Colors are the dead, the deaf (even they might dance to the vibrations), and you, my dear. I don't mean to insult or offend, but there are times when people need to release themselves and move to the sound and pulse of unrestrained expression. You need to understand that just because people dance, it does not mean that they are carefree and drunken idiots. They might be drunk, but you must know that it is still possible to dance with pain in your heart. Sometimes music makes me feel pain by reminding me of my own problems, and sometimes it makes me feel pain just because it sounds painful. You can't judge people from how they appear to your eyes. There are so many layers underneath that you can't see, and this is where the real substance of a person is contained.


Anyway, I am by myself again. Do you wonder how long the good feelings will last this time? I believe that when you get home, you will start hating me again. Of course I don't want you to hate me, but I don't think this trip will change your mind about moving here. We are different people. I still love you to death, but that becomes irrelevant once you get on the plane.

Thanks for coming. Hope you had fun.