lonely memories

she doesn't know how seriously profound his memories are on this holiday, but the old beegees (and elton and harry and don and others as they will from the first episode at heinton till tomorrow, at least) songs run to me like a mining disaster on these lonely days when i started a joke in a world of words which were all i had, after all, to love somebody, even, but there's nothing like the first of may for remembering memories and he wishes someone else would care enough to want to know him well enough to know about these memories, but nobody who stayed in touch does... people come and go so suddenly, aimlessly, carelessly around here... perhaps humans are so afraid of the transience of this life that they are even more afraid to embrace the emotions of the mutual illusion of a moment of shared eternity without diluting it with fantasies and superficial pretenses (yeah. not just mere pretenses), which is sad for one alone who is not afraid... awareness, like honesty, can be such a lonely place... even lonelier when one is famous...