kirsten dunst, you are just a metaphore

Eating used to be a habit. Now, it’s rare and special.

TV never was a habit. Now, it’s just stranger to me than it ever was before.

I can still remember, sometimes i used to watch quite a lot of movies, yea, i had time, and patience.

It was “wimbledon” running on tv, those 10 minutes i spent in the other room eating.

Paul was playing on the tennis court, doing it’s best for an unseeded player. Details, just details.

Skinny, lacking strength. But she was there. Remember all those post-race celebrations in MotoGP this year?

Just like Casey’s Adriana, there was little Kirsten watching, participating, mentally supporting.

Have i ever doubted the importance it makes? Of course, before i ever knew it could happen, but never again since.

“Suppose I never ever met you / Suppose we never fell in love /Suppose I never ever let you /Kiss me so sweet /And so so-o-oft.”

Yet again, one could think it’s about you. I’m not sure it is. I’m pending. It’s not. It’s just about having those open arms.

“These open arms will wait for you / These open arms can pull us through / Between what’s left and left to do.”

Or just a map to those arms, like in Elizabethtown. Forever and ever.

“I’ll take you to the highest mountain / To the depths of the deepest sea / We won’t need a map, believe me.”

Whoever you may be out there, :-$ and take me. Forgetting all you couldn’t do in the past 20 years for me.