Contemplation
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure - measure a year?
In daylights - In sunsets
In midnights - In cups of coffee
In inches - In miles
In laughter - In strife
In - Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It's time now - to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love
Measure, measure your life in love
Seasons of love ...
Seasons of love
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Been having weird dreams lately.... been dreaming alot about my ex and the many what-ifs that have been in my head since my return home and our mysterious break up. Part of me thinks i should call her up and talk to her... would be nice to hear her voice again. But a big part of me keeps thinking about the whole if you love someone let them go and hopefully they will come back. Sumthin tells me that this isnt going to happen. *sighs* I dont understand why this one is so hard to walk away from.... this has happened to me enough in my life that walking away is an excersise in simplicity for me. But I keep thinking about all the stuff we said, all the promises we made, even about our contract we had together. You dont just stop loving someone.... I dont belive someone can do that. Or maybe that belief is whats making this so hard. I dont know.... all I do know is I dont want this to be like all the others, I dont want to hate her for hurting me. I wont let that happen... I just need to work this all out and see where I am at the end of it all.
Think I was too hard on all my Cam friends in my last entry.... most of the problem stems from the fact Ive been avoiding everything Cam related since I left because if i get too invovled again it will suck me back in again and Ill be just as unhappy as before. Already I find myself longing to empty all my real-life problems back into my fake life and start fresh. Who knows... maybe this forced exile wont last as long as i hope.
Been doing alot of babysitting as of late for the people that are graciously letting me lump on their couch. Its funny how much it makes me realize that i DEEPLY want to have children someday. but not now.... i can barely take care of myself right now and though i do look forward to finding someone to share a life with (i had found someone but that didnt work out) I have a deep seeded fear of the nothingness that Death will someday inflivt on me and i think a part of me hopes that having a child will relieve some of that fear. plus kids are cute.... up until the point you have to change a diaper then kids are mean spiteful things.
Finally.... some more Rent
Live in my house
I'll be your shelter
Just pay me back
With one thousand kisses
Be my lover
And I'll cover you
Open your door - I'll be your tenant
Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet
But sweet kisses I've got to spare
I'll be there - I'll cover you
I think they meant it
When they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you were, my love, on life
All my life
I've longed to discover
Something as true
As this is
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure - measure a year?
In daylights - In sunsets
In midnights - In cups of coffee
In inches - In miles
In laughter - In strife
In - Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It's time now - to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love
Measure, measure your life in love
Seasons of love ...
Seasons of love
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Been having weird dreams lately.... been dreaming alot about my ex and the many what-ifs that have been in my head since my return home and our mysterious break up. Part of me thinks i should call her up and talk to her... would be nice to hear her voice again. But a big part of me keeps thinking about the whole if you love someone let them go and hopefully they will come back. Sumthin tells me that this isnt going to happen. *sighs* I dont understand why this one is so hard to walk away from.... this has happened to me enough in my life that walking away is an excersise in simplicity for me. But I keep thinking about all the stuff we said, all the promises we made, even about our contract we had together. You dont just stop loving someone.... I dont belive someone can do that. Or maybe that belief is whats making this so hard. I dont know.... all I do know is I dont want this to be like all the others, I dont want to hate her for hurting me. I wont let that happen... I just need to work this all out and see where I am at the end of it all.
Think I was too hard on all my Cam friends in my last entry.... most of the problem stems from the fact Ive been avoiding everything Cam related since I left because if i get too invovled again it will suck me back in again and Ill be just as unhappy as before. Already I find myself longing to empty all my real-life problems back into my fake life and start fresh. Who knows... maybe this forced exile wont last as long as i hope.
Been doing alot of babysitting as of late for the people that are graciously letting me lump on their couch. Its funny how much it makes me realize that i DEEPLY want to have children someday. but not now.... i can barely take care of myself right now and though i do look forward to finding someone to share a life with (i had found someone but that didnt work out) I have a deep seeded fear of the nothingness that Death will someday inflivt on me and i think a part of me hopes that having a child will relieve some of that fear. plus kids are cute.... up until the point you have to change a diaper then kids are mean spiteful things.
Finally.... some more Rent
Live in my house
I'll be your shelter
Just pay me back
With one thousand kisses
Be my lover
And I'll cover you
Open your door - I'll be your tenant
Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet
But sweet kisses I've got to spare
I'll be there - I'll cover you
I think they meant it
When they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you were, my love, on life
All my life
I've longed to discover
Something as true
As this is