New post!
2 weeks until X-mas with Ryan and then Boston!!!! It has been forever since my last post- not like is really use this journal anyway- but it has also been forever since i have actually had time to think. If you haven't listened to The Fray, Aqualung, or James Blunt, you need to. Another blub, a short one though... the song "You're beautiful" really got me to thinking. The saddest and most beautiful song in the world.
How desolate this world is. How alone we all are. So cold, such an unforgiving existence we are part of. How hopeless it all seems. How bitter it feels. Thoughts endlessly streaming in and out of your mind, becoming numb to the ones that you know will be felt deep inside. How bloody scary, and how utterly real. To see a face, to hear a laugh, only to know that it will pass by and be nothing more than a beautiful image in your mind. It is all too familiar. Hopelessly lost and endlessly searching. How frigid it becomes with a thousand goodbyes. Strangers you could love. People you could spend eternity with. How beautiful, how kind, how amazing they are never will be known. Only a vision or a sound. A mere brushing of shoulders. A quick scent of perfume. How many times the heart falls in a day. Angels circling the world but never coming in. It is all so unreal. But how true it is. How sad to think. It is impossible to find a place that isn’t spinning. How cold. Everybody is moving so fast. Everybody shares the moment.
I see you. I love you. I smile, but my heart has to accept the undeniable truth. I should be with you. But I never will.
How desolate this world is. How alone we all are. So cold, such an unforgiving existence we are part of. How hopeless it all seems. How bitter it feels. Thoughts endlessly streaming in and out of your mind, becoming numb to the ones that you know will be felt deep inside. How bloody scary, and how utterly real. To see a face, to hear a laugh, only to know that it will pass by and be nothing more than a beautiful image in your mind. It is all too familiar. Hopelessly lost and endlessly searching. How frigid it becomes with a thousand goodbyes. Strangers you could love. People you could spend eternity with. How beautiful, how kind, how amazing they are never will be known. Only a vision or a sound. A mere brushing of shoulders. A quick scent of perfume. How many times the heart falls in a day. Angels circling the world but never coming in. It is all so unreal. But how true it is. How sad to think. It is impossible to find a place that isn’t spinning. How cold. Everybody is moving so fast. Everybody shares the moment.
I see you. I love you. I smile, but my heart has to accept the undeniable truth. I should be with you. But I never will.