la de da dee.

I just bought me a GUITAR!!
:-D

Fragility is a beautiful thing.

Why is it that even people who are happy in themselves..comfortable with their own company and have plenty of friends, still feel the need for a partner? Is it something biological? Or maybe no matter how secure you are within yourself, we still need somone to confirm it. Kind of like if you see something in the corner of your eye, and somone else sees it too....it lets you know that it wasn't your imagination, it wasn't just you.
Or even if its none of those.....could it possibly be that we just feel happier knowing that there is someone there to help steady our feet, if ever we feel ourselves stumble?

Because of this:


My fingers are now covered in charcoal and it won't come off properly!

Last night I dreamt of a man who had the most beautiful eyes. They were a dark brown, surrounded with even darker eyelashes. I suppose there was nothing special in their actual shape, but when he looked at me......his eyes were so open, but hiding something at the same time.We seemed to know each other even though we had never met before. He was there with me, listening and talking, but he was holding something back. There were secrets in his eyes that he wanted to tell me...but I guess I'll just have to wait and see if he appears in my dreams again.

It's nice how a conversation with a friend can lift your spirits instantly.

If you insist on parting, at least do me the honour of a goodbye.

Nothing to sing

Your words still linger on my skin,
but I’ve been screaming for silence with my dreams.
Been listening to you sing nothing for years
Looking at your stories fabricated from tears

I was secretly falling away
Into swirling clouds and emerald seas.
Following the footprints of forgotten ghosts
Tracing the stars with a feather pen

I don’t know if that place will be better
I would have liked the company if you would have come.
But you have tears to cry and nothing to sing.
So you sold your dreams for an ear to listen

while I was secretly falling away
Into swirling clouds and emerald seas.
Following the footprints of forgotten ghosts
Tracing the stars with a feather pen

I wrote to you but you still didn’t see
the address at the top, ink dipped in the stars.
Now you have no dreams left to buy back your sanity.
Only your tears and nothing to sing.