Remind me of you, of who you were, and who was me.
Where we'd been, where we hadn't.
And what we'd been through.
This street here seems cold and strange
Though nothing here's really changed.
We were different back then, or were we?
Did I feel different, and did you?
Everything was strange, everything was new.
But we liked it, and got by with a wink and a nudge,
While Atlas looked on, shook his head, and shrugged.
I'm reading Atlas Shrugged at the moment, Ayn Rand's great novel on Objectivism, and I just saw an old photo conversation of me and a friend on Facebook. The two combined beautifully. Mind you, it was a spur of the moment inspiration, so it isn't by any means perfect. Hopefully I forget about it and read it sometime later.
3 comments:
Wut?! No 'follow' option in the sidebar?! How am I supposed to remember you exist if you won't let me follow you? :P
:D
~Amy
Ummm... I think I have some followers... or 'a' follower... maybe I need to fiddle with my settings in order to allow for followers.
Still have this poem on my notice board Jes :)
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