I'm getting anxious for March
I'm hoping for at least ONE yes
Monday, February 25, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Breathe Deep
"This morning I had a wonderful dream. By holding my arms out stiff and pushing down hard, I found I could suspend myself a few feet above the ground. I flapped harder, and soon I was soaring effortlessly over the trees and telephone poles! I could FLY! I folded my arms back and zoomed low over the neighborhood. Everyone was amazed, and they ran along under me as I shot by. Then I rocketed up so fast that my eyes watered from the wind. I laughed and laughed, making huge loops across the sky!...That's when mom woke me up and said I was going to miss the bus if I didn't get my bottom out of bed; 20 minutes later, here I am, standing in the cold rain, waiting to go to school, and I just remembered I forgot my lunch."
-Calvin and Hobbes
ahh another weekend over in a blur
-Calvin and Hobbes
ahh another weekend over in a blur
Monday, February 4, 2008
Hello Color Red
"I've lost touch of everything that means anything to me
My friends always forgive me.
We become too brave and quick
A little clever, a little numb.
We could stare a lover in the eyes and lie
"Yes I don't feel anything at all."
And I could say
That I have everything I need right now.
I hope you're proud you liar.
But it's late
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me.
I'm terrified I can't recollect the faces that once kept me warm.
They wait back home.
Time takes its toll on me
I used to be so obvious with all my words
But at least I was honest.
Tennis courts and makers
And paperback best sellers
I want to be home
I want to be myself again."
My friends always forgive me.
We become too brave and quick
A little clever, a little numb.
We could stare a lover in the eyes and lie
"Yes I don't feel anything at all."
And I could say
That I have everything I need right now.
I hope you're proud you liar.
But it's late
The weight of all my emptiness comes crashing down on me.
I'm terrified I can't recollect the faces that once kept me warm.
They wait back home.
Time takes its toll on me
I used to be so obvious with all my words
But at least I was honest.
Tennis courts and makers
And paperback best sellers
I want to be home
I want to be myself again."
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