eyes that burn so bright they make me pure

Your sweet young skin was shining then too...

On a day so gray it's black inside, watching churches on TV.

In a coma you don't dream, you just hope that someone sits with you.

... like the sky on summer days, before you turn and walk away.

It has changed you.

I close the door and I rest my head on the tile floor, sickness and sleep turning me cold.

And I'm still not sure,

is there is some better place I could be heading towards,

where the selfishly sick and self-absorbed are welcome?

where they understand the weight of human hearts.

You see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you with the fear that it eventually departs.

And the truth is I've been dreaming of some tired, tranquil place

where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones.

And if all these years of searching find one sympathetic face then it's there

I'll plant these seeds and make my home.

I dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold winter-set heart.

With heat to melt these frozen tears, burned with reasons as to carry on.

Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow,

but I swear that I would follow anything, just get me out of here.

And I scream for the sunlight, or a car to take me anywhere.

Just get me past this dead and eternal snow.

Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but it's happening,

and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere,

just take me there, just take me there, just take me there.

Bright Eyes

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I told him i want to fall in love:) Lyn Chu Hwang living in my mind in infamy. LANGUAGE

The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness, a baby cries hard in an apartment complex as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city is driving me out of my mind. I seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity, he falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time neither will I.

Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges, her family is reduced to names on a shopping list. While a coroner kneels beneath a great wooden crucifix, he knows there's worse things than being alone. And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger, I mean why wait around if it's just to surrender? And ambition I've found can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews, no, I am not singing for you.

I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well and I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home. Now my teachers they build this retaining wall of memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly and got my grades back and forgot just as easily but at least I got an A and so I don't have them to blame.

.. while poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, he knows he don't have to say it so it don't bother him. Honesty, accuracy is just popular opinion a...

..As they take eye for an eye until no one can see, we must stumble blindly forth repeating history. Well I guess we all fit into your slogan on that fast food marquee - red blooded, white skinned oh and the blues. Oh and the blues, I got the blues, that's me!

I awoke in relief, my sheets and tubes were all tangled, weak from whiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital. And my father was there in a chair by the window staring so far away. I tried talking, just whispered...so sorry, so selfish, he stopped me and said child, I love you regardless. There is nothing you could do that would ever change this. I'm not angry, it happens...you just can't do it again.

So now I try to keep up, I've been exchanging my currency while a million objects pass through my periphery. Now I'm rubbing my eyes cause they're starting to bother me, I've been staring too long at the screen. But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility? It came to my ears in the g*%$*mn loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery, to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.

Bright Eyes - Let's Not Sh*t Ourselves (To Love And To Be Loved) Lyrics

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you make me pure you make me pure i long to be with you

AW dang, I love my friends. the photo is JT and DLo in the hizzouse (goodwill planning b2b fits). Church then Japan town for lunch where Ms Chew, JT in the house and me had our double date;) then onto browsing goodwill. rode home with deanna, chilled at her apt, then on home to change and run. Ran with Anna and Jenny in the beautiful 6pm weather then onto Yumma's to sit on the patio and LAUGH. And talk about how grateful we are for our CG friends, how lonely we'd be without, how fabulous to have buddies in the neighborhood, the level of comfort we've all achieved (for better or worse!). Been awake now for 29 hrs and fading fast. onto sleep for me.

enamored

trial by fire. no matter how hard you try you will have people praising and cursing you. we're all going to screw stuff up. i guess you have to be as humble and forgiving with others and hope that they may do the same for you. it's hard starting from scratch again. learning constantly.