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That "new car" smell
Posted on Wednesday, September 05, 2007 at 11:57 AM by Robby Roberts
I'm sorry if this comes off philosophical, but it's something that has been on my mind the last few days. Have you ever bought a brand new car or rode in one that someone else bought? You know there is that certain "Smell." It's nothing you can really describe, but that smell gives that car the feeling of being new, it's a part of the experience
However, it does not matter how CLEAN you keep the car, or that you are careful to open the windows when you create your own smells in the car... Eventually that smell will seem to fade, especially to your nose as you become used to it. But, does that make the car any less valuable? And, though you can't smell it, others that do not ride in your car day after day will still notice it after it's faded to you - does that make you jealous? Does that mean there is something wrong with your nose?
Life is that way. More importantly, Love is that way. Do you remember when you first fell in love? Well, over the years, some of that magic is going to seem to fade. Why, because you are used to it. It's still there, others can see it, but you hardly notice it.
You would think someone FOOLISH if they traded in a perfectly good car just because they can't smell that new car smell anymore. So, why is it people give up on relationships when they no longer think they feel the same?
So, if you think your car no longer has that "new car smell" to you, ask someone you trust to take a sniff and see what they say. More importantly, if you think your relationship no longer has that "new car smell," get a friend you trust to tell you what THEY SMELL (or see) in your relationship.
Too much on my mind to think clearly
Posted on Tuesday, September 18, 2007 at 8:53 AM by Robby Roberts
Not going to go into details here, but this sums up how I'm feeling right now...
I'm sitting here, dead tired, yet I can't go to sleep.
The noises
are keeping me awake, yet no one is making a peep.
Questions beget
more questions, yet no answers can be found,
No matter how deep, how
wide, how far my mind pushes it's bounds.
Who? What? Where? When?
Questions
that mean more now than they did then.
Who has she become? This woman
I love.
Her spirit has fled, as if on wings of a dove.
What did I
do to drive her away?
What could I have done to get her to stay?
Where
did our relationship turn to such sour grapes?
When did her heart,
for me, fill with such hate?
She's here, but she's gone.
Living in
this house, but never home.
I'll love her always, but I can like her
no more.
My heart jumps, yet my temper flairs when she walks in the
door.
This question I've saved for last, as I can think of no more,
What
worse pain for me can the future have in store?
R. Roberts - 09/17/2007
Edited on: Tuesday, September 18, 2007 8:55 AMMore thoughts from the now "Lone Wolfman"...
Posted on Wednesday, September 19, 2007 at 10:11 AM by Robby Roberts
The room, long and wide is filled with light
Yet, my heart sits in
darkness, as if night.
Wounded, hurt, abused, burned,
For a tender
touch, it yearns.
Scared of letting someone get close to its home,
Yet,
full of fear of being, forever, alone.
Quiet, dark, and cold,
No
one there, to have and hold.
How it longs to be lovingly held,
To
find someone with whom to meld.
Yet, at a distance, everyone it must
keep,
For when they get close, they just make it weep.
Where once
this heart pumped blood, I fear,
That forever more, it will pump only
tears.
R. Roberts – 09/19/2007
Edited on: Thursday, September 20, 2007 12:45 PM