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Date: 6/17/05
Climate: where am I?
Reading: Motley Crue biography
Listening to: Gatsby's American Dream
Watching: Parker like a hawk
Drinking: less then usual
Eating: for once, yes
Where have the love songs gone away to? I am not taking about the sappy Lionel Ritchie songs or the weepy Celine Dion songs, I mean the songs that capture the moment you first feel your heart constrict. I want the song that you listen to when you want to recapture that moment that you knew you found the person for you. The one that makes your stomach do flip flops and your skin tingles even from the memory no matter how long ago it was. I feel like I haven't wrote a love song like that since "Hummingbirds the Size of Bullets," so long ago. All I can do is sit and be transfixed by her grace. There is an elegance to every movement she makes and you get that feeling of bursting into nothingness. There are so many words and yet none at all. All I can do is feel it and hope soon the right ones let me put ink to paper. I thought I had so much to say but right now it's just tied up in this feeling for now I will let the past speak for me.
You send it, is the coolest thing that has happened since I was away.
Hummingbirds the Size of Bullets
Climate: where am I?
Reading: Motley Crue biography
Listening to: Gatsby's American Dream
Watching: Parker like a hawk
Drinking: less then usual
Eating: for once, yes
Where have the love songs gone away to? I am not taking about the sappy Lionel Ritchie songs or the weepy Celine Dion songs, I mean the songs that capture the moment you first feel your heart constrict. I want the song that you listen to when you want to recapture that moment that you knew you found the person for you. The one that makes your stomach do flip flops and your skin tingles even from the memory no matter how long ago it was. I feel like I haven't wrote a love song like that since "Hummingbirds the Size of Bullets," so long ago. All I can do is sit and be transfixed by her grace. There is an elegance to every movement she makes and you get that feeling of bursting into nothingness. There are so many words and yet none at all. All I can do is feel it and hope soon the right ones let me put ink to paper. I thought I had so much to say but right now it's just tied up in this feeling for now I will let the past speak for me.
You send it, is the coolest thing that has happened since I was away.
Hummingbirds the Size of Bullets