A Journal of Sorts
"I know that heaven waits for those whose love is true don't ask me where or when the time for us will come again I sit and watch the sun go down and in the darkness there's no sound..." ~ Justin Hayward - John Lodge ~ (Moody Blues) and what have we become?... storm clouds full of thunder?... everything changes from one day to the next, from one moment to the next... core desires might remain stable if they were really stable to begin with, but most everything else changes... so what does it all mean?... we each decide... every day I wake up wanting to share and it hurts to find nobody there so I live a life filled with pain and I wish I could start it all again but not to lose a moment of what's been just to return to a moment to begin that could be any moment someone could start to care they could be moving toward me and suddenly appear it could be any moment someone could start to share they could be looking for me that's why I am here every day, reaching out that is what this life's about above the fear, beyond the pain yes I will stand the hardest rain for everything that's been has made me who I am and I still believe someone will understand that could be any moment someone could start to care they could be moving toward me and suddenly appear it could be any moment someone could start to share they could be looking for me that's why I am here the word is hope it is a noun it is a verb it's something I do to survive hope there's a reason for being alive hope someone will care hope someone will share that could be any moment someone could start to care they could be moving toward me and suddenly appear it could be any moment someone could start to share they could be looking for me that's why I am here reaching into the future to forget the past, or at least put it in it's proper place so there's room to breathe and time to go on... it's so easy to lose your way... wishing you were somehow here again... to drive me crazy... the ties that bind are not always linked but if you try sometimes J |
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