place below your neck.. broken sentences... far too much

staff mtg yesterday journaling and thinking. so distracted from the topics (boring) at hand. whatev. then more lyrics:

Now and again it seems worse than it is
But mostly the view is accurate
You see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs
To that coffin you call your apartment
And you sink in the chair, brush the snow from your hair
And drink the cold away
And you're not really sure what you're doing this for
But you need something to fill up the days
A few more hours
There's a dream in my brain that just won’t go away
It's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago
I’m standing on a bridge in the town where I lived
As a kid with my mom and my brothers
And then the bridge disappears and I’m standing on air with nothing holding me
And I hang like a star, -- glow in the dark
For all their starving eyes to see
Like the ones we’ve wished on, but now I’m confused
Is this death really you?
Do these dreams have any meaning?
No, no, I think it's more like a ghost
That's been following us both
Something vague that we're not seeing
Something more like a feeling

She had eyes bright enough to burn me, they reminded me of yours

Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find, easily
More than sufficient doubt that these colors you see were picked in advance
By some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty
They are smeared and these blurs come in random order
And they color the eyes of your former lovers
Hers were green like July, except when she cried they were red
Now, I know a disease that these doctors can’t treat
You contract on the day you accept all you see
Is a mirror, and a mirror is all it can be-
A reflection of something we’re missing
And language just happened, it was never planned
And it’s inadequate to describe where I am
In the room of my house where the light's never been
Waiting for this day to end
And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
Everything that we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more
So tell me then, what was it for?
Oh tell me, what was it for?

Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes

weekends are good. ice skating friday, irmas sat, and church lunch running dinner movie at our place tonight. sunday's my favorite day. saw friends. J, L, and D didn't run today, but we still had a big group. what fun this weekend's been. church was great, i feel SO grateful for city church and my friends therein.