I think I am falling... But I'm not quite sure that I won't get hurt...

Is My Heart Allowed To Feel as It Once Has Before...?

The Fear You Won't Fall

Digging a hole and the walls are caving in
Behind me
air's getting thin but I'm trying I'm breathing in
Come find me

It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
And I know it's easy to say but it's harder to feel
This way
And I miss you more than I should
Than I thought I could
Can't get my mind off of you

I know you're scared that
I'll soon be over it
That's part of it all
Part of the beauty of falling in love with you is the fear you won't fall

It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
And I know it's easy to say but it's harder to feel
This way
And I miss you more than I should
than I thought I could
Can't get my mind off of you

And I hate the phone
But I wish you'd call
Thought being alone
Was better than was better than
Better Than

And I know it's easy to say but it's harder to feel
This way
And I miss you more than I should
Than I thought I could
Can't get my mind off of you
Can't get my mind off of you
And I know it's easy to say but it's harder to feel
This way And I miss you more than I should
Than I thought I could
Can't get my mind off of you

Thoughts On A Dreary Sunday Morning

What makes us wake up every morning?
What drives and motivates one's soul?
Why do we search?
Why do all babies look alike?
How can you tell twins apart when they're born?
Will the world ever change for the better?
Will people stop starving?
When will we care?
Are we supposed to let go and live?
Are we supposed to learn while we let go?
How does life become so full of distractions?
Does it ever slow down?
Do we ever meet prince charming?
Why do people fight?
What provokes our souls?
Why does Dejavu happen?
What IS the meaning of life?
How do I define it?
Will he ever notice me?
Could he love me?
Does everything have a value statement?
Do people ever truly expose themselves?
Why do we fear rejection?
Are we all ever accepted, even with our closest friends?
How can hair colour skip generations?
Why do dogs chase their tails?
How many times do we blink in a day?
Does anyone feel the way i do?
Is the world truly brighter when you are in love?
What is love?
How do I fall in love?
How do people forgive?
Why do they?
Why is it so hard to forget?
Why can it rain in two different places, but in between be sunny?
Why aren't people born with freckles?
How come people pretend to be something theyre not?
Why don't we dance in the middle of the street?
Couldn't we just scream every now and then for fun?
How about for anger or hurt or sadness?
Do we live happily ever after?
Or do we just live?

To Be Content: Happy

I am finaly enjoying my life.

Not that i wasn't befoire. But you know when you reach those places in your life where everything feels awful. I dont want it to be "happy" all the time, but i would like my life to be something for full and satisfying.

I am finally over the rejection and hurt.. ok well maybe it will always take a bit of time to get over the hurt, because it is still a little raw. But i have moved on.

I am discovering what it means to be wanted.. for me. Not something i could do for them, or be down the road, but for me... for my crazy personality.
Is my life ever going to stop being so up and down... i hope not, even though it hurts.

I think even Pinochio would agree.

Cartwheels

My wounds are nice and salted, dear
I never got to thank-you right,
I was finished long before i could see
Quite what you had in mind for me

Im doing cartwheels

Now the pessimism in me yawns,
As im pissing on their perfect front lawns,
A voice calls out befind my back
and I take off onto the grounds

Im doing cartwheels

It'll all tie me up into knots

i didnt mean to speak out of tune
you can sit and wtach me quirm
nowe the party is all in swing
i wish i hada friend i could bring

I'm doing Cartwheels

You're really loving this aren't you dear?

Now you've got me on the ropes out here

With nowhere else to run to now

Just stay and face the music

It'll all tie me up into knots

How are You feeling today?

Nine Crimes

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you I
t's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
Is that alright?

Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it
how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away
when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
but she's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
Is that alright?

Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it
how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?

Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No...

Breath taking....


Captivating...

Is there something more?

Something deeper?

What is running through their minds....

Is it possible to be angry and hurt beyond what words can describe?

Is it possible to get out of it faster than it takes?

Why do people hurt- themselves, one another, everything?

Why?

That's All for Now, I guess.

I love these words: Distraught and Blush

They're intertwined... in a way.

You can be so distraught that you can blush from all your deals, which seem like havoc

or

You can be distraught because you can't stop blushing.

Charlie seems to agree.

I decided to move from my old blog, to something new... that is more me, because it seems as if i keep changing.

Funny how that works out.