No waste of time
I talked to Joey about Georges, and of course he reminded me that George wouldn't be interested. I knew it would be a waste of time, so I'm glad I'm not going to pursue it now at all. Better than deal with that later. He would be an ideal person to be with, you know. The person who marries him is going to be extremely fortunate.
"Standing by the window, eyes upon the moon.
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon.
She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed.
Her images and words are running deep.
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head,
so quietly she lays and waits for sleep.
She stares at the celing and tries not to think.
And pictures the change she's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone.
And water can't cover her memory
and ashes can't answer her pain.
But give me the power to take breath from a breeze,
And call life from a metal frame.
In with the ashes
or up with the smoke from the fire.
With wings up in heaven.
Or here, lying in bed,
palm of her hand to her head.
Now, forever curled in my heart and the heart of the earth.
Those lyrics are from Dream Theater "Wait for Sleep". It's a nice synthesizer solo piece. Kinda matches how I feel pretty appropriately.
I'm not going to waste my time this time. That would serve me no purpose at all and I'm not going to make a fool of myself this year, too.
So alone... it's cold.
"Standing by the window, eyes upon the moon.
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon.
She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed.
Her images and words are running deep.
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head,
so quietly she lays and waits for sleep.
She stares at the celing and tries not to think.
And pictures the change she's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone.
And water can't cover her memory
and ashes can't answer her pain.
But give me the power to take breath from a breeze,
And call life from a metal frame.
In with the ashes
or up with the smoke from the fire.
With wings up in heaven.
Or here, lying in bed,
palm of her hand to her head.
Now, forever curled in my heart and the heart of the earth.
Those lyrics are from Dream Theater "Wait for Sleep". It's a nice synthesizer solo piece. Kinda matches how I feel pretty appropriately.
I'm not going to waste my time this time. That would serve me no purpose at all and I'm not going to make a fool of myself this year, too.
So alone... it's cold.