| blah....I hate being sick...or any form of sick for that matter....I am sitting here in my room trying to occupy all this "alone time" I seem to have today...I am currently working on a compilation album for someone but I am finding it hard to start. I am enjoying makin a kyles current mood cd in my head...its coming along swimmingly....
well kids work is killing me slowly and I am slowly coming to grips with how much I want to be a teacher and not a cubicle jockey...
my life is really interesting right now and I would be happy to induldge anyone who asks about it but if not then you really dont care and there is no point in sharing.
i love you all and hope u feel better then I do right now
kra
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| i think i forgot how much I enjoy manual labor...it is a freeing expierence to see your work actually produce something...
a ton has happened in my life since school left out...
have a great day...
duces
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| i cried for the first time in a long time last night...these are not tears of sadness....nor are these tears of regret...it was in conversation about how important someone is in my life (the person who will be the best man at my wedding when that happens) that brought tears to my eyes. I was asked why he would get that job title when it seems that there are times when there are others that I seem to go to for advice more often. As I started to talk about it I realezed just what this person and I had been through and I am so thankfull for that blessing in my life.
I also would like to note that I have stopped drinking indeffinately
(personal reasons)
I do have many other joys in my life that I want to share but I am going to be late for work if I dont leave soon...
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Prison gates won’t open up for me
On these hands and knees I’m crawling
Oh, I reach for you
Well I’m terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can’t hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I’m calling
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I’m falling
I'm falling
Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth savin' me
Heaven’s gates won’t open up for me
With these broken wings I’m falling
And all I see is you
These city walls ain’t got no love for me
I’m on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I’m calling
And all I need from you
Hurry I’m falling
I'm falling
Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth savin' me
Hurry I’m falling
Yeah, yeah-hey
And all I need is you
Come please I’m calling
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I’m falling
I'm falling
I'm falling
Show me what it’s like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth savin' me
Hurry I’m falling
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth savin' me |
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| i wish I could write something profound....something to inspire the mind. i want to write something that makes you think and truely takes you to my place and time. I dont know that those words are in me. i want you to see just how i feel, not just guess at it, i mean truely see. on the matter which i struggle with the most right now there is this small part of me which is nervous on the inside, that needs to be held, that needs to be told its all right its going to be fine, that this is just temporary. it is my understanding of necessity that puts this part of me into perspective. i do think this is just temporary. the rational side of me understands that this may be and probably is necessary. since when is love rational. its not like any of the others, this one is different. this is the one that will have to be earned. it is not a trophy which you hold up in the end, when you are congradulated for achievement. this is something far greater then any trophy. this is that forever kinda thing. i feel what my parents talked about. i see the same looks in your eyes. and now in my most honest of moments with myself i cry. i love you deeply, unabashedly and without consequence. where do i go from here...
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