So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home At the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for Memories carry me through the day Of when we were kids And angels came to watch us play -underoath "to whom it may concern"
i am a work in progress dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding offering me intricate patterns of questions rhythms that never come clean and strengths that you still haven't seen
It's an interesting time in your life because you're trying to act older and mature, but you really have no idea what you're doing. You're scared, and it's okay to be scared. It's okay to not know completely what you want or what you should be doing and to stumble a little bit.
How we shape our understanding of others' lives is determined by what we find memorable in them, and that in turn is determined not by any potentially accurate overview of another's personality but rather by the tension and balance that exist in our daily relationship.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or run your fingers through their hair, or move them around the dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. --the five people you meet in heaven
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Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home
At the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for
Memories carry me through the day
Of when we were kids
And angels came to watch us play
-underoath "to whom it may concern"
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dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding
offering me intricate patterns of questions
rhythms that never come clean
and strengths that you still haven't seen
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you're trying to act older and mature,
but you really have no idea what you're doing.
You're scared, and it's okay to be scared.
It's okay to not know completely what you want
or what you should be doing
and to stumble a little bit.
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It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or run your fingers through their hair, or move them around the dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
--the five people you meet in heaven
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