Monday, May 9, 2011

Well, here we are again...



DO you ever wish that you could not feel?
DO you ever wish that you could not feel?
DO you ever wish that you could not feel?
DO you ever wish that you could not feel?
DO you ever wish that you could not feel?
DO you ever wish that you could not feel?






I wish that... I wish that a lot.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

I see you there, don't know where you come from.
Unaware but you're still from someone.
Don't Appear to care that I saw you, and I want you.
What's your name? Cause I have to know it
You let me in and begin to show it
I'm terrified cause you're headed straight for it, might Get it.
Hear the song playin on background
All alone but you're turnin up now
And everyone is risin to meet ya, to greet you.
Turn around and you're walkin toward me
I'm breakin down and you're breathin slowly.
Say the word and I will be your man, your man, say when.
And my own two hands will comfort you tonight, tonight Say when
And my own two arms will carry you tonight, tonight
Come close and then even closer
We bring it in but we go no further.
We're seperate two ghosts in one mirror, no mirror.
Later on if it turns to chaos, hurricane comin all around us
See the crack, pull it back from the window, you stay low, say when.
And my own two hands will comfort you tonight, tonight Say when.
And my own two arms will carry you tonight, tonight
So this is my very first Blog entry...and honestly I'm not quite sure of what to say. Usually, my writings consist of one pure subject, and everything just pours out onto a seem to be never-ending page. But this is different. I have to type everything. I'm a very, very, very slow typer. And it seems no matter how often I do type things out, I never seem to get any faster. Aggravation.

I don't really see the point in rambeling on about nothing, so I am going to search to find something to write about...Woah...this thing has spell check? I am also a horrible speller. My best subject is English, yet I misspell things all the time. Go figure. Its pretty dark and cold outside...No I cant talk about the weather in my freaking Blog. How boring would that be? Well, this is getting to be pretty droll (nice word usage, I know) so I'm ending this before I start talking about something stupid.

"The Old Guitarist"

"The Old Guitarist"
By Pablo Picasso