musings
it's SO strange how things work out...
...how people you haven't talked to in months and months (sometimes years) just happen to contact you and you end up talking about an issue that's on your mind in your life.
...how people miss flights,
periods of service get extended,
strangers cross paths,
people look familiar,
two friends actually have known each other from the past...
...how preminitions surge through you,
two people can be on the same wave length,
strangers all say the same thing [everyone except the people involved say the same thing],
situations arise,
homes are open...
...how timing works out,
coincidences really don't exist,
jobs just fall in your lap,
circumstances rock your world and tip it upside down,
and other opportunities fit perfectly because of it...
...how people meet,
even after years,
how new friends just click,
how too many things seem to be in your favor,
yet you feel like you're the only one who hopes...
...how you can know someone for such a short time,
and feel like you've known them your whole life,
how you can clam up, yet want to pour your soul out,
how the butterflies have migrated away, and your heart takes new levels,
and your mind wonders what those feelings are that have replaced them,
strange how you can be homesick for home,
only to find out that the minute you return
you're homesick for where you just came from...
...how your heart aches for something a little more,
how your mind throbs with the decisions of adulthood,
how your soul pounds with the prospects in the pit of your stomach,
how your thoughts process continuously like a movie
replaying every smile, chuckle, and time your everything and innermost parts sank to your toes and shot back up to your throat,
how you can be the only one hoping...
...feeling like there's something curious about the whole thing,
while the other thinks nothing at all...
i keep living worthily in hopes to receive such a blessing, but cancel out my hopes with vocal doubts.
what do i do? when do i speak? how will it end?
why do riddles in life produce the most perfectly fitting pieces to a beautiful puzzle, only to find that the last piece just doesn't fit?
i pray more than anything that the last piece of my puzzle fits...
...because there would be hundreds of more puzzles that would fit perfectly, and in the end of life, a beautiful mural on the wall of all the perfect pieces molded to make one.
I know that you
I know that you've gone away
Well don't you leave me now.
How can you say
How can you even take away
Well baby don't you know
You took my breath away.
Oh can't you see
Don't you know you're a part of me
So don't start cryin' now
'Cause baby
Every day seems so long
Every day since you've been gone
On my own for a while at least
Well baby you took my breath away.
How can I forget your sweetness
Your sweet embrace
How did I ever let you go
Now that you're gone
It's hard to think
It's hard to breathe sometimes
But that's the way it is
Every day seems so long
Every day since you've been gone
On my own for a while at least
Well baby you took my breath away.
No matter how far it may seem
I'll always be there for you
everyday
Every day seems so long
Every day since you've been gone
On my own for a while at least
Well baby you took my breath away.
...how people you haven't talked to in months and months (sometimes years) just happen to contact you and you end up talking about an issue that's on your mind in your life.
...how people miss flights,
periods of service get extended,
strangers cross paths,
people look familiar,
two friends actually have known each other from the past...
...how preminitions surge through you,
two people can be on the same wave length,
strangers all say the same thing [everyone except the people involved say the same thing],
situations arise,
homes are open...
...how timing works out,
coincidences really don't exist,
jobs just fall in your lap,
circumstances rock your world and tip it upside down,
and other opportunities fit perfectly because of it...
...how people meet,
even after years,
how new friends just click,
how too many things seem to be in your favor,
yet you feel like you're the only one who hopes...
...how you can know someone for such a short time,
and feel like you've known them your whole life,
how you can clam up, yet want to pour your soul out,
how the butterflies have migrated away, and your heart takes new levels,
and your mind wonders what those feelings are that have replaced them,
strange how you can be homesick for home,
only to find out that the minute you return
you're homesick for where you just came from...
...how your heart aches for something a little more,
how your mind throbs with the decisions of adulthood,
how your soul pounds with the prospects in the pit of your stomach,
how your thoughts process continuously like a movie
replaying every smile, chuckle, and time your everything and innermost parts sank to your toes and shot back up to your throat,
how you can be the only one hoping...
...feeling like there's something curious about the whole thing,
while the other thinks nothing at all...
i keep living worthily in hopes to receive such a blessing, but cancel out my hopes with vocal doubts.
what do i do? when do i speak? how will it end?
why do riddles in life produce the most perfectly fitting pieces to a beautiful puzzle, only to find that the last piece just doesn't fit?
i pray more than anything that the last piece of my puzzle fits...
...because there would be hundreds of more puzzles that would fit perfectly, and in the end of life, a beautiful mural on the wall of all the perfect pieces molded to make one.
I know that you
I know that you've gone away
Well don't you leave me now.
How can you say
How can you even take away
Well baby don't you know
You took my breath away.
Oh can't you see
Don't you know you're a part of me
So don't start cryin' now
'Cause baby
Every day seems so long
Every day since you've been gone
On my own for a while at least
Well baby you took my breath away.
How can I forget your sweetness
Your sweet embrace
How did I ever let you go
Now that you're gone
It's hard to think
It's hard to breathe sometimes
But that's the way it is
Every day seems so long
Every day since you've been gone
On my own for a while at least
Well baby you took my breath away.
No matter how far it may seem
I'll always be there for you
everyday
Every day seems so long
Every day since you've been gone
On my own for a while at least
Well baby you took my breath away.