I havent heard anything more about Jake or my mom yet. For me, no news is not good news: it makes me worry.
A little while ago I read Candy's page (Im not going to try and spell her whole nickname - for fear Id mess it up)
Anyways, her entry for yesterday made me think about a lot of things I cannot talk to others about - and how I'd like to, but I know that either 1- ppl would think me b.s'n them 2 - ppl think im trying to be a pain 3 - ppl are not interested 4-ppl would lock me up thinkin im bonkers. And trying to explain myself would be even a more horrific task.
So, I'll leave everyone with a poem. Have fun with it.
The water calmed me while it rustled by: its sounds reminded me of a room with a view.
The wind picked up and threw me gently into the breeze: I felt its majesty around me.
The sun glared down at me as if by its unyielding stare I would reveal myself: Still the wind protected me.
The ground made me sleepy as I turned towards it: "Embrace me" she said: "Not until I am done" said I.
So the forces around me lifted me up and drew me close: their passion was felt within me.
I could see all yet be none, and still not be consumed by their notions.
Then I saw her- in all her glory. Dressed in white and with a crown of blossoms she beconed me.
With just a motion of her hand, I knew she was for me. My feet slowly returned to the ground and I gently followed her.
Her sweet whispers were like a melody unheard by my tinny ears.
Her suculent skin aroused my inner being as if I wanted to be the air caressing her skin.
Her eyes could melt the deepest glacier with the love within.
And I with her, she with me, created the greatest harmony
She pulled me close as if to say "Be with me now and every day"
and my heart with its light and dark, knew that truly we must part.
For I am like the maverick: the eccentric twisted tale:
I am always sturring- as a wind: as a gale
I cannot be as all may see:
I need you, yes - but I also have a life to lead.
I am the lone figure flying through the night
Not of here and now but around all the sight
And if you see me here and then
Wonder why Im back again
For as I am, I will surely be
The lone figure for all eternity.
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Later
A little while ago I read Candy's page (Im not going to try and spell her whole nickname - for fear Id mess it up)
Anyways, her entry for yesterday made me think about a lot of things I cannot talk to others about - and how I'd like to, but I know that either 1- ppl would think me b.s'n them 2 - ppl think im trying to be a pain 3 - ppl are not interested 4-ppl would lock me up thinkin im bonkers. And trying to explain myself would be even a more horrific task.
So, I'll leave everyone with a poem. Have fun with it.
The water calmed me while it rustled by: its sounds reminded me of a room with a view.
The wind picked up and threw me gently into the breeze: I felt its majesty around me.
The sun glared down at me as if by its unyielding stare I would reveal myself: Still the wind protected me.
The ground made me sleepy as I turned towards it: "Embrace me" she said: "Not until I am done" said I.
So the forces around me lifted me up and drew me close: their passion was felt within me.
I could see all yet be none, and still not be consumed by their notions.
Then I saw her- in all her glory. Dressed in white and with a crown of blossoms she beconed me.
With just a motion of her hand, I knew she was for me. My feet slowly returned to the ground and I gently followed her.
Her sweet whispers were like a melody unheard by my tinny ears.
Her suculent skin aroused my inner being as if I wanted to be the air caressing her skin.
Her eyes could melt the deepest glacier with the love within.
And I with her, she with me, created the greatest harmony
She pulled me close as if to say "Be with me now and every day"
and my heart with its light and dark, knew that truly we must part.
For I am like the maverick: the eccentric twisted tale:
I am always sturring- as a wind: as a gale
I cannot be as all may see:
I need you, yes - but I also have a life to lead.
I am the lone figure flying through the night
Not of here and now but around all the sight
And if you see me here and then
Wonder why Im back again
For as I am, I will surely be
The lone figure for all eternity.
-----------------
Later
candykydfairy:
i like the poem.....and yep, i've tmj too...we've been tossin around the idea of a picnic type of deal this sunday...but, it looks like the weather shall not be permittin....so i dunno....any ideas? 