Nov 15, 2004 22:57
so Drew and I went to Chestnut Ridge Park and went slogging through leaves and mud and climbed up a waterfall. And I didn't fall on my ass once. I rather missed running about outside. I usually wander Delaware Park, but there's not nearly as many fun places to explore. Plus I'm usually by myself and sitting up a tree. Anyhoo . . .
so Drew asked what I wanted to do once we got to the waterfall. Like I wasn't going to suck it up and climb. I rather like high places, and I'm not really afraid of falling either. I just wanted to know what everything looked like after I surpassed it, and be able to look back momentarily to see if the landscape changed by me moving over it. I believe I was supposed to have a potentially greater epiphany, but I keep making discoveries that lead me back to the same points. I want to keep climbing higher places. And I don't want to do it by myself. But I look up and see endless possibilities of what could be, what should be, what might be, what is, and what is not. I'm so tired of being sad.
Lost and Broken, Hopeless and Lonely
Smiling on the outside, but hurt beneath my skin
My eyes are fading, my soul is bleeding
I try to make it seem okay but my faith is wearing thin
So help me heal these wounds-they've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul. Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open and I'm bleeding all over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them up
I only wanted a magazine, I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed
And now my mind is an open book, and now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open sore for all to see
But help me heal these wounds, they've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul, even though this is not your fault
That I'm open and I'm bleeding all over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me
So you come along, I push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
'cuz I need someone to help me
To help me heal these wounds, they've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul, even though this is not your fault
That I'm open and I'm bleeding all over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them
I need someone to help me fill them
I need someone to help me close them up.