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Sunday, August 1, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
It's been awhile
Listen.
This is a happy occasion.
We should celebrate.
It's a good excuse, so chin up.
I love it when you shine,
because you shine brighter than the moon.
You're warmer than the first step you take in front of the fireplace
in the dead of a Pennsylvania winter, on Christmas.
This is a happy occasion.
We should celebrate.
It's a good excuse, so chin up.
I love it when you shine,
because you shine brighter than the moon.
You're warmer than the first step you take in front of the fireplace
in the dead of a Pennsylvania winter, on Christmas.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Hard hearts
Since when did mine become a stone?
When did I lose sight of what mattered most?
Why couldn't I see how special love can be?
Since when did mine become glass?
When did I decide to throw it on the ground?
Why did I think I was untouchable?
Where did I go wrong?
Who do I think I am?
What have I done.
When did I lose sight of what mattered most?
Why couldn't I see how special love can be?
Since when did mine become glass?
When did I decide to throw it on the ground?
Why did I think I was untouchable?
Where did I go wrong?
Who do I think I am?
What have I done.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Irony
We are fickle creatures of habit.
The funny thing is:
Fickle means prone to change.
While being habitual implies the opposite.
This is our great war.
The funny thing is:
Fickle means prone to change.
While being habitual implies the opposite.
This is our great war.
Friday, July 23, 2010
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