date: september 26th, 1988
as the dust settles, see our dreams
all coming true, it depends on you
i remember how we lended our ears to the lyrics as we laid down the beach, or somewhere we thought to be the beach, high as ever and so full of life; also a little bit full of ourselves and one another. every fucking day i wish we weren't so sure. every fucking day since that day i wish i discouraged cliff and made him stay. so he'd stay at my side, the left side of our bed wouldn't feel so empty then. not so long before, barely three years, we would talk hours and hours before we fall asleep, making our future into a story. clifford is going to make it big with his band. he's gonna be the best goddamn bass player in this universe. laurie's going to be a doc. gonna get a full scholarship from harvard. they gonna get married, have beautiful children which will end up being intellectual individuals necessary for the destabilization of capitalism. our story was simply a paradox; it would both start and end with cliff's success.
how could i know that?
i think i wouldn't want to know it either. for what it's worth, clifford lee burton was the best thing that happened to me and i am beyond grateful for getting to spend the best years of my life, two decades full of memories, with him. after wasting two years mourning, from this day on, i decided to respect and celebrate his memory by keeping this memoir.
and let the world see the way we lead our way
hopes, dreams, hopes
dreaming that all our sorrow's gone
...forever
LGJ, '88
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aspirations • a series of cliff burton one-shots
Fanfictionhopes, dreams, and little bittersweet moments of cliff and his childhood sweetheart laurel. each one-shot based on a song, including the title.
