I've been listening to this band, Beach House. and one song really struck me as how i feel.. It's eerie how some songs just speak to you at the right moment. There's some people in your life that no matter what happens, they'll always be a part of you. That everything you see, or hear or feel remind you of them somehow. and that no matter what happens, you're glad they've been a part of your life. and that you'll love them all the time. i hope she knows this..
"Love you all the time
Even though you’re not mine
Love you all the time
Dream I’m in the saltwater
Timing’s gone all bad
Broken faith and a broken way
You couldn’t lose me if you tried
‘Cos I’ll be rollin’ to your side, baby
Love you all the time
Even though you’re not mine
Love you all the time
Broken faith and a broken way
You couldn’t lose me if you tried"
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Chairs.
Everywhere I turn, the world mirrors you.
The chair becomes filled with someone else to lose
Somehow the conscious becomes the unconscious
And all my truths will become a promise.
Sometimes I dream that I might forget you.
And friends becomes strangers that you just spoke to
Books were just words typed to impress the paper
And chairs were just places that you saved for someone later
Once i sat next to you but i was really sitting alone
You were like a story i heard a long time ago
Now we try to bring the memory back and it doesn't add up
You won't believe it hurts until my heart cries tears of blood
I write a letter to you and all my words come out wrong
And the days that were once short become so long
Why can't you see i didn't pull the chair out from you
And that one day i will give my freedom up as my proof.
I ask you not to close up our box of memories
When i hear your tears i feel you don't really believe.
You see one person doesn't always sit in a single seat.
The music will someday stop and i'll fall at your feet.
The chair becomes filled with someone else to lose
Somehow the conscious becomes the unconscious
And all my truths will become a promise.
Sometimes I dream that I might forget you.
And friends becomes strangers that you just spoke to
Books were just words typed to impress the paper
And chairs were just places that you saved for someone later
Once i sat next to you but i was really sitting alone
You were like a story i heard a long time ago
Now we try to bring the memory back and it doesn't add up
You won't believe it hurts until my heart cries tears of blood
I write a letter to you and all my words come out wrong
And the days that were once short become so long
Why can't you see i didn't pull the chair out from you
And that one day i will give my freedom up as my proof.
I ask you not to close up our box of memories
When i hear your tears i feel you don't really believe.
You see one person doesn't always sit in a single seat.
The music will someday stop and i'll fall at your feet.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
love series #2

Earlier i did a post wondering where love went when it dies.. now i know it doesn't die. it stays with us and allows us to wake up the next day and keeps us going. to quote paul mccartney "Don't ever ask me why. Lord, I never say goodbye to my love. It's understood, it's everywhere with my love. And my love, she does it good."
Saturday, August 25, 2007
love..
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I wonder why there's a you without a me.
Monday, April 16, 2007
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