I'm not dead
It has been forever, I know, I just don't want to leave this journal SO forgotten.
I am still both nervous and anxious for Rafa. I remember crying on the phone with my best friend. I don't really care if he's number 1, 2 or 1000, I just want to see him as healthy and happy as possible, although it's always a utopia, a mere dream of mine. I just wanna be able to look at those beautiful eyes and see some happiness and strenght.
Well, I'm on vacation so my day is pretty much read a book and watch Star Trek. I bought a DVD box with the first 6 movies and tons of extras. The best distraction of all.
This entry is too short and I'm sleepy (sleeping meds are kicking in), I'm gonna put the lyrics of one of my favorite songs...
WILLIE NELSON - If I Were a Painting
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portrait I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine hand
Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist would have to be you
I imagine the colors
Would all run together
If you ever allowed me to cry
So don't paint the tears
Just let me remember me
Without you in my eyes
It's only the frame
That holds me together
Or else I would be falling apart
If I were a painting
I wouldn't feel
And you wouldnt be breaking my heart.
I am still both nervous and anxious for Rafa. I remember crying on the phone with my best friend. I don't really care if he's number 1, 2 or 1000, I just want to see him as healthy and happy as possible, although it's always a utopia, a mere dream of mine. I just wanna be able to look at those beautiful eyes and see some happiness and strenght.
Well, I'm on vacation so my day is pretty much read a book and watch Star Trek. I bought a DVD box with the first 6 movies and tons of extras. The best distraction of all.
This entry is too short and I'm sleepy (sleeping meds are kicking in), I'm gonna put the lyrics of one of my favorite songs...
WILLIE NELSON - If I Were a Painting
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portrait I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine hand
Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist would have to be you
I imagine the colors
Would all run together
If you ever allowed me to cry
So don't paint the tears
Just let me remember me
Without you in my eyes
It's only the frame
That holds me together
Or else I would be falling apart
If I were a painting
I wouldn't feel
And you wouldnt be breaking my heart.