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"We'll do it all, everything, on our own.
We don't need anything, or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know how to say how I feel.
Those three words are said too much
They're not enough.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace to remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
I don't know when
confused about how aswell
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"
- Snow Patrol: 'Chasing Cars'
It's been a while since my last update. I've been so busy with life. For once I've dived in and I'm experiencing all the colours, sounds and thoughts that I've always longed for. I feel real again, in control again, and that feels nice. Life really is a mad kind of place when you're actually living it day by day. But I'm not afraid anymore, because there's one person who makes everything and anything seem possible, and completely fearless. He's become my world of late, or at least, a large portion of it. We've yelled and argued, complained and forgotten, and we're still far from idyllic, but you know what? That's perfect enough for me. We have our unhappy moments but that doesn't seem to matter anymore. Everything melts when he kisses me, like the warmest of Dali-esque paintings. I find myself casting off doubts with my clothes, to sink into strong loving arms and know that everything I've done up to this point has been right. Every doubt I've ever had, every question about my train wreck of a life, everything has been exactly where it should be. How can I say this? Because I'm living proof that even the fallen can find their angel. I've found adoration and dysfunctional perfection in eyes the colour of stormy seas and I revel in every second of that feeling. Every hang-up, every self-doubt, doesn't matter with him. I am perfect when he looks at me. In every small, simple way he brings the largest smile and the happiest feeling. I suppose this is called love, and to be honest, now I can understand why so many songs are written about it. No song could ever do it justice, it's far too euphoric a feeling...
...I'm rambling. Forgive me. To be succinct, love is heavenly, and so is he.
Bright blessings,
Jen x
We don't need anything, or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know how to say how I feel.
Those three words are said too much
They're not enough.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace to remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
I don't know when
confused about how aswell
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"
- Snow Patrol: 'Chasing Cars'
It's been a while since my last update. I've been so busy with life. For once I've dived in and I'm experiencing all the colours, sounds and thoughts that I've always longed for. I feel real again, in control again, and that feels nice. Life really is a mad kind of place when you're actually living it day by day. But I'm not afraid anymore, because there's one person who makes everything and anything seem possible, and completely fearless. He's become my world of late, or at least, a large portion of it. We've yelled and argued, complained and forgotten, and we're still far from idyllic, but you know what? That's perfect enough for me. We have our unhappy moments but that doesn't seem to matter anymore. Everything melts when he kisses me, like the warmest of Dali-esque paintings. I find myself casting off doubts with my clothes, to sink into strong loving arms and know that everything I've done up to this point has been right. Every doubt I've ever had, every question about my train wreck of a life, everything has been exactly where it should be. How can I say this? Because I'm living proof that even the fallen can find their angel. I've found adoration and dysfunctional perfection in eyes the colour of stormy seas and I revel in every second of that feeling. Every hang-up, every self-doubt, doesn't matter with him. I am perfect when he looks at me. In every small, simple way he brings the largest smile and the happiest feeling. I suppose this is called love, and to be honest, now I can understand why so many songs are written about it. No song could ever do it justice, it's far too euphoric a feeling...
...I'm rambling. Forgive me. To be succinct, love is heavenly, and so is he.
Bright blessings,
Jen x