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[holloworestes]

Not often am I the optimist, and I certainly don't want to jinx what I've obtained. I feel lucky, even though I have to wait for quite a while until it can be fully realized. Happiness is at the end of a tunnel whose walls are built with time. I can break into a run, but I wouldn't move faster than if I enjoyed the journey, strolling leasiurely. How often do you walk quietly through life? I'm walking alone, and she's on the other end calling me. From cracks in the walls, people in my life are taunting me, waiting for me to fall on my face. I've at least learned enough not to allow myself to be discouraged because of time, distance or the people around me. I've at least got direction, goals, ideals, and hope.

Spiritual reconnection. Emotional reconnection. My mind is still dissected, hard to make ups and downs out of my thoughts. Don't ask why, because I can't answer. I don't know why, it just is. That's all I need to know to follow the sound. Because I heard it. Because it's there. Because I can't ignore it. The what if would have killed me.

Pour me another, walk with me for a while. And if you can't stand the music, get away from me, stupid. I've got poison in my pancakes.

Smart went crazy
The rubberband went snap
This goes to those who hold it down till I get back
Hold on to me, grow along with me
I don't know where I'm going but I'll end up in your arms