Drunken Ramblings
I had a few too many margaritas, alone, on Cinco De Mayo. Last week really sucked. Im happy its over and this week, I go to my happy spot!
Enjoy the... Creativeness (?!) of the nonsense
Tonight I'll drink myself to oblivion.
I will consider self conclusion to free my disturbed soul.
Words make the pages dance.
Behind all the pain is life and heart.
Sunsets and car crashes, the rise and fall. Beauty and sheer horror.
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, how can beauty be measured or determined?
Am I pretty?
Am I loved?
I am a beautiful disaster, a tornado.
Beware what I could be.
I could be the best damn thing.
To be free, is the greatest adventure.
How does one become free? At what point do we feel freedom?
I want to be free of pain and hurt, how does one heal?
If time heals all wounds, why wont it go faster?
The written word is magic, it brings life to the dead part of the soul we all have.
I was born to love you, and now I cant. So now what am I born to do?
Tonight I will sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul for you to keep.
Enjoy the... Creativeness (?!) of the nonsense
Tonight I'll drink myself to oblivion.
I will consider self conclusion to free my disturbed soul.
Words make the pages dance.
Behind all the pain is life and heart.
Sunsets and car crashes, the rise and fall. Beauty and sheer horror.
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, how can beauty be measured or determined?
Am I pretty?
Am I loved?
I am a beautiful disaster, a tornado.
Beware what I could be.
I could be the best damn thing.
To be free, is the greatest adventure.
How does one become free? At what point do we feel freedom?
I want to be free of pain and hurt, how does one heal?
If time heals all wounds, why wont it go faster?
The written word is magic, it brings life to the dead part of the soul we all have.
I was born to love you, and now I cant. So now what am I born to do?
Tonight I will sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul for you to keep.