I just found a letter written to me by one of my close friends. At least we used to be close. It's a long letter that has heart and soul poured into it. I have to admit, at the time of receiving it, it didn't mean much. But tonight, in my distracted, reflective mood, it means everything. I will reply. Even if it is a year late. But I feel calmer and more qualified to reply now.

Life

I know that everyone probably feels like this at one stage, but I wish life was more appealing and picturesque. It's weird.

Ever?

Ever wondered what might happen if you mashed all you favourite parts of songs together, end to end in a new song?
I wonder this alot.

Raind Dance

And on the fifth day there was blue sky and sun. It's been raining all weekend. The grass is green, the flowers are bright and everything is refreshed. It's beautiful. And much needed in the dryest state on the dryest continent.

xoxo

Ever Get The Feeling...

To just stand up in the middle of what you're doing and sing a lyric, REALLY loud?...

I just got that feeling just then. Except I am sitting in a computer room at uni and there are lots of people around. It wouldn't be appropriate!

Lemon

They've clipped my wings again
Tore them apart and then
Left me
No use to fly away to
My yesterday
Of freedom
My eyes died back that day
Seeing the hurt I may have done
Beat me instead of them
Pain is my only zen
Of fun

I'll go where secrets are sold
Where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by

So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song
Blood on my hands to stay strong
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong
There is no right to heal the wrong
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die
I can't throw up don't think i even want to try

You still can't make me cry
You've pinned this butterfly
Down
My fire's burning out
Kill my flame without
A frown
And starving hurts the soul
When you're hungry for
Some love
So if I close my eyes
I can really fly
Above

I'll go where secrets are sold
Where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by

So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song
Blood on my hands to stay strong
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong
There is no right to heal the wrong
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die
I can't throw up don't think I even want to
Try

Dig

We All Have A Weakness
But Some Of Ours Are Easier To Identify. Look Me In The Eye
And Ask For Forgiveness;
We'll Make A Pact To Never Speak That Word Again
Yes You Are My Friend.
We All Have Something That Digs At Us,
At Least We Dig Each Other
So When Weakenss Turns My Ego Up
I Know You'll Count On The Me From Yesterday
If I Turn Into Another
Dig Me Up From Under What Is Covering
The Better Part Of Me
Sing This Song
Remind Me That We'll Always Have Each Other
When Everything Else Is Gone.
We All Have A Sickness
That Cleverly Attaches And Multiplies
No Matter How Hard We Try.
We All Have Something That Digs At Us,
At Least We Dig Each Other
So When Sickness Turns My Ego Up
I Know You'll Act As A Clever Medicine.
If I Turn Into Another
Dig Me Up From Under What Is Covering
The Better Part Of Me.
Sing This Song!
Remind Me That We'll Always Have Each Other
When Everything Else Is Gone.
Oh Each Other....
When Everything
Else Is Gone.