In the last hours, I've discovered that I am a Black Cat.
I do not believe I deserve the gifts of people.
Not the gifts that people give me.
But the actual person, who is my gift.
I do not believe in God (beyond philosophical ideals), and I do not believe in fate (in the form of the choreography of ones life). I do believe in the power of one's own faith in relevance to what happens to them (the same power invested in prayer), and lastnight I went to bed with the rhythm of "Maybe I won't wake up in the morning," drumming through my veins. And the next thing I remember is waking up.
My mind is a desert, art is a hallucination that I bring into reality through my physical being, and then there is the one thing that is beautiful in my mind. The flower that stands out in a barren world, the one thing that survives the chaos, and the thing that I don't want to pluck, for fear of wilting away. I just hope she knows I WILL always love her. And I hope it's the same for her. I want to bury myself in the sand, and become a beautiful flower, and I want her to teach me how to see beyond the desert.
I hope we live forever, while we watch the world die.
youre my only hope
cool. you have a way with words.
I don't know what to say to you to help you. It hurts not knowing what to do. I want you to be happy, so much. It's painful when you aren't laughing.
I love you so much...please just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. I don't know what else to say. I'm so sorry you feel this way.
I wish I was as good with words as you. Maybe then I could find the right ones.
Well, should I admit
That my promise is counterfeit
That I'm careless and childish
And that's all I can hope to be
And would you concede
That I think only of myself
I refuse everybody's help
Who has been reaching out for me
Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor
And the swing of a miner
You have cleared the rock away
Leaving gold there in its place
And it is more than anyone could claim
Oh, with the sense of a banker
And with the touch of a tailor
You saved this life for me
And you have sown it to beauty
And I am grateful now and I will always be
So would you sing with me
The song is all I know
Some truths are told now only in a melody
So I've been writing a new one
Yeah, I've been taking my time with it
It's gonna be so perfect
It's gonna hold all of us inside of it
You will see
If you just add your harmony
I think it would be complete
And be worthy of singing
Becomes a symphony
Yeah, you're the cool of the water
You're the start of the summer
Keep me still like a anchor
In a storm you're the cellar
When I'm heavy with worry make me light as a feather
When I'm deafened by anger you're the song I remember
With the grace of a dancer and the strength of a pillar
When I'm starving to suffer you just fill me with laughter
You're a poet
And a saint
You are the only one I choose to imitate
Oh, like the love of a father through the eye of a camera
It's this picture I have seen
We're on a sloping hill of green
And you are walking there beside me
I love you.