dedicated to the girls

What gives, what helps
The Intuition
I'll know, I'll know
(Oh) I won't have to be shown
The way home
And it's not about a boy
Although, although

They can lead you
Hide or reveal too

A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal could break your home
And have
A love is not complete
With only heat

They can tease you
Break or complete you

And in came a heatwave
A merciful save

You choose, you chose
Poetry over prose

A map is more unreal
(Oh) Than where you've been
Or how you feel
And it's impossible to tell
How important something was
And what you might have missed out on
And how it might have changed it all

Did I, did I miss out on you?


Intuition- Feist

A wish for Love.

What i miss most, is sharing life's tiny pleasures

- in a thought-

in a happy, dancey dinner =)

a compelling movie

Flowers in the sun =)

scintillating music.

I still love you. But we're ok. There will be something more that is truer to us and more beautiful than we can ever imagine. Then we will each create a philosophy, feast, epic, eden and kick ass rock concert for the world. And as we stand on that stage, each suddenly alive and each complete, we will remember,

the thoughts
the dinners
the movies
the flowers in the sun
Bangkok Rock

*grin*

Loneliness, don't come around here
I've boarded up all the doors
There's nothing to give no more