Trigger
Currently afraid of:
Easy escapes
Currently grateful for:
Fleeting weaknesses
Currently pissed off about:
Solemn (but forgotten) promises
Random thoughts:
I don't know why but I seem to be able to write more easily here. Wow, I just had an urge to tack on "at home" to the end of that, but then I caught myself and left it off. Well regardless of what "here" is now, I don't know if it's the fact that I don't have much to do here or the fact that there's so much history to draw from here, but it is what it is.
I watched All Dogs Go To Heaven today, for the first time since I was maybe 7 or 8. I can't believe how adult and morbid the movie is, considering its a family-oriented cartoon movie. The concepts of death and loss that they talk about broach upon things that I hadn't even conceived to be real until recently. Movies like this deal with profound issues with such frank directness and stark clarity that other conventional films couldn't even fathom.
Plus, there's this song in the movie, sung by Ann-Marie, the little orphan girl...
It's her thinking about her future adoptive parents...
But when I hear it? I still feel the innocent yearning that lingers on her mind as she sings to the moon, but mine is directed at something different... someone different...
All I have is a picture in my mind how it would be
If we were together...
Let's pretend that you're far away,
Let's say you write to me
And you promise in you letter
That you'll come home
Come home to my heart...
When you come home
We'll never be apart
If I keep dreaming of you
Start believing it's true...
Soon you'll come home
Soon you'll come home
Soon you'll come home
To my heart
Soon you'll come home
Home to my heart
Soon you'll come home
Home to my heart
If I believe...