Yes... let's give it a try. My feelings about life right now in lyric form.
Just wishing and hoping
and thinking and praying
and planning and dreaming
Baby, it's good to see you smile again
I know we can't escape
So let's pretend
We're someplace else
Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely, I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
Monday, July 15, 2013
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Summer lovin', happened so fast
Ah, these summer evenings make me nostalgic for my youth.
Stolen first kisses, sunburned shoulders, shy sideways glances...
Brown eyes as soft as a doe, the glint of braces caught in a smile...
"Gaze at the sky
And picture a memory
Of days in your life
You knew what it meant to be happy and free
With time on your side..."
My life some days seems like it could be told entirely in song lyrics.
Stolen first kisses, sunburned shoulders, shy sideways glances...
Brown eyes as soft as a doe, the glint of braces caught in a smile...
"Gaze at the sky
And picture a memory
Of days in your life
You knew what it meant to be happy and free
With time on your side..."
My life some days seems like it could be told entirely in song lyrics.
Labels:
Alan Parsons Project,
first love,
lyrics,
songs,
summer
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Time, flowing like a river
The best kind of Sunday.
Lazy. Sleepy. Reading. Surfing. No contacts and pj pants. Natural curls in a bun.
Still feeling... not anxious, restless.
Ready for the next chapter but scared. Not ready. Wanting. Waiting. Why waiting I don't know, because no one is going to come knocking at my front door.
Currently reading the last story in Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King. It made me catch my breath. I know how she felt when she stumbled across that hidden box. It made feelings best forgotten come to the surface. But only for a little while, thankfully.
Lazy. Sleepy. Reading. Surfing. No contacts and pj pants. Natural curls in a bun.
Still feeling... not anxious, restless.
Ready for the next chapter but scared. Not ready. Wanting. Waiting. Why waiting I don't know, because no one is going to come knocking at my front door.
Currently reading the last story in Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King. It made me catch my breath. I know how she felt when she stumbled across that hidden box. It made feelings best forgotten come to the surface. But only for a little while, thankfully.
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