lyrics, lyrical, lire
"This is my winter song to you.
The storm is comin' soon;
It rolls in from the sea.
My voice, a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love...
They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so I have been told.
They say we'll bury fall,
Just like a distant star;
I simply cannot hold.
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so long,
'Cos you're not where you belong -
Inside my arms.
I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change
And life will find a way.
I'll be your harvester of light
And send it out tonight
So we can start again.
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong
'Cos you're not where you belong -
Inside my arms.
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon;
It rolls in from the sea.
My love, a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.
Is love alive?" --"Winter Song," by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson
I think I have a cold. I also seem to be having allergic reactions...who knows to what. Allergic reactions to something, even though I take Allegra twice daily, Singulair every night, and...Nasonex when I remember. I need to get some OTC Claritin so I can jump these allergens. Some Dayquil might be nice to try...never did. Nor Nyquil. I used PediaCare Night Rest as a kid. It was the only thing that worked, but my mom's company sold the product to another company...so I stopped getting it. Cos it wasn't absurdly cheap anymore. The biggest mysteries are the pain below my shoulder blade or in my shoulder blade's muscles...whatever it is. It came on so suddenly - I wasn't even moving or doing anything, not a cough! - and has persisted all day, despite Motrin, rest, and heat; the other mystery is the hypoglycemic reactions I keep having, despite eating sufficient meals with protein, carbs, and fats. They're not the healthiest in terms of...like...good for my body...like...I had quesadillas tonight, for instance. But they have nutrition, protein and carbs, and lots of calories. It's all very frustrating.
I would like a replacement body, please.
It's funny...no one really knows me here...or...many people don't know as much as I feel like people know...like, about my past. Like why I feel detached from everything, even if I'm with people who love me and who I love. There's still a disconnect. It's because a piece of me is buried somewhere...and to fix the missing part, I numbed it and filled it with distractions, and now it's sewn up, so I can't remove it, but whatever I put in there has melted and now there's nothing. An empty space in me. With blank memories...not non-memories...they're just...well, they make me go blank. They're inaccessible right now. Except the ones I've repeated so many times...and those have become stories that I tell, rather than actual...memories.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm watching this life happen. From the outside. I also wonder if I'm someone's imaginary friend. Only a few people seem to hear what I say...I don't mean, "Oh, only a few people really get me." I mean...people don't seem to hear me, literally. I speak...and it's like I haven't said shit. I heard it. A few people hear it. Then nothing. Uhh junior high all over again? Fuck that shit, man. I AM A REAL GIRL. A human girl. And I say the best stuff. People should really pay more attention.
I'm mostly kidding. But it would be nice if I didn't often feel like I were talking to myself...cos...aside from being embarrassing...it feeds that empty space...and I can't have that space keep growing...that would be like...I don't know.
I've been thinking a lot about the animated Madeleine movie lately. I used to watch it and pretend to be Madeleine. Oh, the latent dream of becoming an actress...
The storm is comin' soon;
It rolls in from the sea.
My voice, a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love...
They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so I have been told.
They say we'll bury fall,
Just like a distant star;
I simply cannot hold.
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so long,
'Cos you're not where you belong -
Inside my arms.
I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change
And life will find a way.
I'll be your harvester of light
And send it out tonight
So we can start again.
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong
'Cos you're not where you belong -
Inside my arms.
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon;
It rolls in from the sea.
My love, a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.
Is love alive?" --"Winter Song," by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson
I think I have a cold. I also seem to be having allergic reactions...who knows to what. Allergic reactions to something, even though I take Allegra twice daily, Singulair every night, and...Nasonex when I remember. I need to get some OTC Claritin so I can jump these allergens. Some Dayquil might be nice to try...never did. Nor Nyquil. I used PediaCare Night Rest as a kid. It was the only thing that worked, but my mom's company sold the product to another company...so I stopped getting it. Cos it wasn't absurdly cheap anymore. The biggest mysteries are the pain below my shoulder blade or in my shoulder blade's muscles...whatever it is. It came on so suddenly - I wasn't even moving or doing anything, not a cough! - and has persisted all day, despite Motrin, rest, and heat; the other mystery is the hypoglycemic reactions I keep having, despite eating sufficient meals with protein, carbs, and fats. They're not the healthiest in terms of...like...good for my body...like...I had quesadillas tonight, for instance. But they have nutrition, protein and carbs, and lots of calories. It's all very frustrating.
I would like a replacement body, please.
It's funny...no one really knows me here...or...many people don't know as much as I feel like people know...like, about my past. Like why I feel detached from everything, even if I'm with people who love me and who I love. There's still a disconnect. It's because a piece of me is buried somewhere...and to fix the missing part, I numbed it and filled it with distractions, and now it's sewn up, so I can't remove it, but whatever I put in there has melted and now there's nothing. An empty space in me. With blank memories...not non-memories...they're just...well, they make me go blank. They're inaccessible right now. Except the ones I've repeated so many times...and those have become stories that I tell, rather than actual...memories.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm watching this life happen. From the outside. I also wonder if I'm someone's imaginary friend. Only a few people seem to hear what I say...I don't mean, "Oh, only a few people really get me." I mean...people don't seem to hear me, literally. I speak...and it's like I haven't said shit. I heard it. A few people hear it. Then nothing. Uhh junior high all over again? Fuck that shit, man. I AM A REAL GIRL. A human girl. And I say the best stuff. People should really pay more attention.
I'm mostly kidding. But it would be nice if I didn't often feel like I were talking to myself...cos...aside from being embarrassing...it feeds that empty space...and I can't have that space keep growing...that would be like...I don't know.
I've been thinking a lot about the animated Madeleine movie lately. I used to watch it and pretend to be Madeleine. Oh, the latent dream of becoming an actress...