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| | "She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum...She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life...She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release...She had to satisfy herself with the idea of love...Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for..."
-an exerpt from the wonderful book, "Everything is Illuminated" |
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| You asked me to write a tune
All about the things that go wrong
And then you asked me to come home soon
To the place where I belong
But you stand on the other side
Of the line in this place
And you can't see me, you are blind
And this you can't fake
No, this you can't fake.
And sometimes, sometimes I wanna be
I scream that I wanna be
Anyone but me.
And I don't know if I can write about
Chosen wars or the things you feel
And I don't know if I can sing aloud
Closing doors show me what's real
But I know when I close my eyes,
Late at night, there's only one thing
A night showing that she can't lie
It's your fight, show me something
Can you show me something
And sometimes, sometimes I wanna be
I scream that I wanna be
Anyone but me.
What do you want me to say
All I know is love - it's okay
I'll write what I know
You do the same
Tell me I'm sane.
And sometimes, sometimes I wanna be
I scream that I wanna be
Anyone but me. | | |
| "speak to me! when all you gotta keep is strong, move along, move along like i know you do. and even when your hope is gone, move along, move along just to make it through"
when i think i can't do it anymore, i sing that to myself... | | |
| wow...is the summer over halfway gone? where did it go? geezohpetes...i need to get to the beach a lot more before school starts...haven't met my quota...
i'm feeling rather strangely...can't describe it...
"say it for me, say it to me, say it if it's worth savin me..." | | |
| mom and i visited marshall for the day yesterday and we were dragged into the dress competition, haha...we won first and second place in the 'work dress/informal' category...and that's funny cuz...we were the only two entries in that catefory, mom beat me by 5 points *shakes fist* hahahaha | | |
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