thisisalladream

"Try as they might, no one's immune to
Misfiring and acting on the wrong clues
And thinkin' it's time to redo and redo

I feel rain in the movies and the talk before the screen lights
I hear strings in the park
I don't like to call her right, except when its too late at night
I mostly just think in the dark...

...The lights in the city are more or less blinking
Which side of the story decides what you're thinking
Warm arms and cold faces
We're squinting, we're hurrying
We'll take inventory
We're digging, we're burying"

i seem to be floundering in a series of constant mistakes, none of which i can get back from or turn away from. not one that can be easily fixed. i guess that's always the story though...

not what you may think, hell, not even close.

i'm crossing my fingers that everything will be okay, that i'll have luck on my side for a little bit longer. i sorta need it at this very moment.

i wish i was feeling more eloquent about it all, more hopeful if you will, but that's not the case. currently one part is falling to pieces while another aspect of my shaky life is finally turning itself around. or so it seems right now, i should probably keep my lips shut tightly on that one. i don't want to jinx a thing.

this is way too promising...

please let the rest of it fall into place