Truly, Madly, Deeply

Just hear this; then I'll go.

You gave me more to live for,

More than you'll ever know.


Shall we call this a lesson learned?

Christmas time is here, happiness and cheer.

It's cold, quite cold. My feet have started to go numb, but my heart is as warm as a roasted fish. I love the holidays for more than two reasons. But obviously, there's nothing more inviting than a hot mug of steaming cocoa after a pleasant walkabout with your next of kin. Amidst the excitement and romance of the holidays, I cant help but remember all of the people I've loved and forgotten over the years. I'd like to think that they are all sitting around having a drink in great company, and have forgotten all about me. It makes life seem a little less hurtful. That maybe our parting of ways was mutual and our hearts remain unblemished at the end of our parting. And there's no easy answer, no blame to forgive, only an easy sever to the tie that bound us together. But those killing lies don't mean much, in the end. I've never been one to keep anyone in my life if they don't want to be there anymore. It ends up making you feel blue as hell. Maybe I'm just too young to keep good love from going wrong. So I'll just wait and I'll burn. Lover, you should've come over 'cause it's not too late.

I'm alone, on a bicycle for two

It's not as hard as I anticipated, being alone I mean. I used to wear it fairly well once. I'd like to get back to that point in my life when everything was exciting and new, and those people were all plastic, and I could understand without feeling like a rotten piece of meat. But things are different now, mostly me, but still I guess it's easier to blame other things for our own unhappiness. Unhappiness isn't really the right word to use here. It's more like solidarity. I don't know what I'm saying, but I've decided that it's probably better to ramble on about hum drum things in this blog, than just go for weeks and weeks of not writing about anything. It sort of makes me feel thin and waif like. I don't think most people can understand that feeling, seeing as how everyone likes feeling like they've just eaten a mountain plate of turkey and mashed potato genosh. It's quite a funny sort of thing to say. Mountain plate of turkey and mashed potato genosh. Mountain plate of turkey and mashed potato genosh. Mountainplateoturkeeandmashtpotadoganosh.. I think it's easier to type with a mouthful of marshmallows stuck in the hollows of your cheeks. I like hearing the pitter pat pit patter of the rain on my head. I like it. It makes me feel nice.

Everything's gonna be alright.

I've got to push on through.
No woman no cry.