What a terrible thought
I'm amazed
At the things I'd give to you.
Everything.
I'm amazed.
The dark halls I wouldn't mind crashing through.
And I'd do it for days and days.
I'm amazed.
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I've been inspired lately by the cards, by Christian writ, by the Tiddy people, and ghosts here. By real discusssion. I'm amazed at my ability to stay cheery though sick...I'm haunted. I realize. But that's okay. The voices that I carry won't be stilled. I wouldn't have it any other way. For they turn sand to mudd, trees to bone, and let the stars spin madly on above us. For some reason I dreamt my brother and I were making gravy out of kudzu flour instead of wheat flour. I also dreamt he knew quite a few magical things. It was odd. He's very much a Roman-Catholic flavoured agnostic. I think I'm calling out to him. Maybe I just want someone to share my deepest most religious thoughts with, and my mind connected that need to family. Sam and I differ in rewligious views enough to make the things I experience irrelevant to her. Brooke is wonderful, a great companion for when I am out and about. We share an earthy asthetic, but otherwise...we differ greatly as well. I can't find a body to share my cosmology with (and while I beleive that faith should be personal, and somethings ought be left sub-rosa, that doesn't mean I don't want someone to share some things with.)
Amanda calls my deck of cards "magic cards, which makes it sound like she is referring to the magic playing card game. But that doesn't make her wrong.
I hate being sick, whenever I am sick, I am very tired, and feel very much "stuck inside my own head" as if I can't project, or sens or understand the world around me besides with my weakened 5 senses. feh. But now, maybe it's just the season...or maybe because I'm not horribly sick yet...I'm doing okay. Mostly.
___________
I'm amazed
At the things I'd give to you.
Everything.
I'm amazed.
The dark halls I wouldn't mind crashing through.
And I'd do it for days and days.
I'm amazed.
At the things I'd give to you.
Everything.
I'm amazed.
The dark halls I wouldn't mind crashing through.
And I'd do it for days and days.
I'm amazed.
________
I've been inspired lately by the cards, by Christian writ, by the Tiddy people, and ghosts here. By real discusssion. I'm amazed at my ability to stay cheery though sick...I'm haunted. I realize. But that's okay. The voices that I carry won't be stilled. I wouldn't have it any other way. For they turn sand to mudd, trees to bone, and let the stars spin madly on above us. For some reason I dreamt my brother and I were making gravy out of kudzu flour instead of wheat flour. I also dreamt he knew quite a few magical things. It was odd. He's very much a Roman-Catholic flavoured agnostic. I think I'm calling out to him. Maybe I just want someone to share my deepest most religious thoughts with, and my mind connected that need to family. Sam and I differ in rewligious views enough to make the things I experience irrelevant to her. Brooke is wonderful, a great companion for when I am out and about. We share an earthy asthetic, but otherwise...we differ greatly as well. I can't find a body to share my cosmology with (and while I beleive that faith should be personal, and somethings ought be left sub-rosa, that doesn't mean I don't want someone to share some things with.)
Amanda calls my deck of cards "magic cards, which makes it sound like she is referring to the magic playing card game. But that doesn't make her wrong.
I hate being sick, whenever I am sick, I am very tired, and feel very much "stuck inside my own head" as if I can't project, or sens or understand the world around me besides with my weakened 5 senses. feh. But now, maybe it's just the season...or maybe because I'm not horribly sick yet...I'm doing okay. Mostly.
___________
I'm amazed
At the things I'd give to you.
Everything.
I'm amazed.
The dark halls I wouldn't mind crashing through.
And I'd do it for days and days.
I'm amazed.