Pictures
I'd like to spent the next 50 years with you.
But before we do, let me have you let go
of all the past.
Sit down and throw away all
the past from wherever you started.
That has nothing to do with the bad
and hold
your happiness, childhood dreams and the
moments you felt the happiest.
Now let go
of the rest. Bring me all that you've decided
to keep, forever.
WAIT!
Throw all of those memories out too!
I'd like to see all the memories that matter.
Okay good.
Now, start all over again and throw out
all the thoughts that ended in hurt.
Don't worry I'll help you when you think you
done again.
I'll walk you through it after that.
Don't forget to get rid of the memory of your
first something
after she ended up hurting you.
Give up all those times you thought you needed to
hide you from your family, friends, your own self
and Me.
Think your ready?
Okay good.
I'll help you better now.
Give me all those and walk away,
I want to
see if I like what you've picked.
Don't worry, I'll
help you live through this part. We have till our
Death beds to fully cope with this but I'll only take
5 minutes of your time to explain my believes.
Why haven't you left?
I need to decide which part is which and
who is who.
Put these thoughts in the back 0f
your mind. I'll let you have them back, as to
never take them away after this.
You left me to find pictures of your mother, sister, brother, dad,
and a torn picture of you. Your dreams
of the future&who became you.
But that picture of you. I don't like how its torn
and put together with remolding tape.
It looks wrinkly, roughed out,
taken apart to only be put back together again.
I spend the rest of those minutes knowing
I belong nowhere near you or your future.
I'm not in any of these pictures.
Its sad, but i'm glad I don't need to
waste time deciding where I fit in.
Because I'm not in any of these, I know what it is i'm here for.
To let you go and live happy with me gone after this.
You can come back now.
I'd just like to say that today.
I decided I'm going to leave you to live
without me standing in your way of happiness.
Don't look at me that way. I'm
doing it for me and more for you.
You'll c what I mean in as time flys. Don't cry, be happy.
We're both better off this way.
Smile.
I'm don't belong here and I'm glad
I can leave knowing you'll b happy.
Why can't I leave?
Why won't you stop holding me back!
Its been days since you've last slept and
frankly you need a shower.
You smell like a rotting flower.
Step back, I've moved on as best I can.
Please don't look at me that way.
What's this?
Is that me?
Why am I this memory.
This day never happened,
I wasn't there and why is it
glued to the torn picture of you?
Why can't you tell me what this means?
Please, just tell me. Please.
And as you explain I realized that it was
a memory of a dream.
The one you had the morning before I left
and the same one you've had ever since.
You tell me its not to late to start our 50 yrs.
Yeah, its been days since we last saw each other.
But you want to have that dream become reality?
Because in the back of that torn picture it says
the day you met me.
And you explain its torn because it
hurt to not have me there
when I wasn't around and
in the pictures background.
Way behind you,
I see my shoe.
I remember that day.
It was the day you first showed up in my life.
The day I told you, we could b friends with my conversation.
Now. I believe we should start our 50 yrs.
Lets start by making your dream reality.
But before we do, let me have you let go
of all the past.
Sit down and throw away all
the past from wherever you started.
That has nothing to do with the bad
and hold
your happiness, childhood dreams and the
moments you felt the happiest.
Now let go
of the rest. Bring me all that you've decided
to keep, forever.
WAIT!
Throw all of those memories out too!
I'd like to see all the memories that matter.
Okay good.
Now, start all over again and throw out
all the thoughts that ended in hurt.
Don't worry I'll help you when you think you
done again.
I'll walk you through it after that.
Don't forget to get rid of the memory of your
first something
after she ended up hurting you.
Give up all those times you thought you needed to
hide you from your family, friends, your own self
and Me.
Think your ready?
Okay good.
I'll help you better now.
Give me all those and walk away,
I want to
see if I like what you've picked.
Don't worry, I'll
help you live through this part. We have till our
Death beds to fully cope with this but I'll only take
5 minutes of your time to explain my believes.
Why haven't you left?
I need to decide which part is which and
who is who.
Put these thoughts in the back 0f
your mind. I'll let you have them back, as to
never take them away after this.
You left me to find pictures of your mother, sister, brother, dad,
and a torn picture of you. Your dreams
of the future&who became you.
But that picture of you. I don't like how its torn
and put together with remolding tape.
It looks wrinkly, roughed out,
taken apart to only be put back together again.
I spend the rest of those minutes knowing
I belong nowhere near you or your future.
I'm not in any of these pictures.
Its sad, but i'm glad I don't need to
waste time deciding where I fit in.
Because I'm not in any of these, I know what it is i'm here for.
To let you go and live happy with me gone after this.
You can come back now.
I'd just like to say that today.
I decided I'm going to leave you to live
without me standing in your way of happiness.
Don't look at me that way. I'm
doing it for me and more for you.
You'll c what I mean in as time flys. Don't cry, be happy.
We're both better off this way.
Smile.
I'm don't belong here and I'm glad
I can leave knowing you'll b happy.
Why can't I leave?
Why won't you stop holding me back!
Its been days since you've last slept and
frankly you need a shower.
You smell like a rotting flower.
Step back, I've moved on as best I can.
Please don't look at me that way.
What's this?
Is that me?
Why am I this memory.
This day never happened,
I wasn't there and why is it
glued to the torn picture of you?
Why can't you tell me what this means?
Please, just tell me. Please.
And as you explain I realized that it was
a memory of a dream.
The one you had the morning before I left
and the same one you've had ever since.
You tell me its not to late to start our 50 yrs.
Yeah, its been days since we last saw each other.
But you want to have that dream become reality?
Because in the back of that torn picture it says
the day you met me.
And you explain its torn because it
hurt to not have me there
when I wasn't around and
in the pictures background.
Way behind you,
I see my shoe.
I remember that day.
It was the day you first showed up in my life.
The day I told you, we could b friends with my conversation.
Now. I believe we should start our 50 yrs.
Lets start by making your dream reality.
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