8.07.2010
7.28.2010
Giving and Receiving
It's okay to receive. Have you been the giver for so long that you have forgotten how to receive? Allow others to give you some of the love that you give so freely. Seek a balance between your giving and your receiving.
7.16.2010
HISTRIONICS Lyrics
HISTRIONICS
By POPSICLE
When I knew you, I used to think you were
constant standing high above my ground.
When you laughed at me, I wasn't ready
for even reach forever further down.
Don't look at me that way just close your eyes,
be the one I'm seeing I can't make it on my own,
I'm not alone and if you go away you-ho.
Leave me lucky leave me lane,
this time will always stay the same
I'm still a fool above your flame.
Leave me lucky leave me,
Leave me lucky leave me lane.
When I call you, it's not a way to start
remembering november as before.
When I see you, I'm not supposed to get
personal persistent or adoring
Don't look at me that way just close your eyes,
be the one I'm seeing I can't make it on my own,
I'm not alone and if you go away you-ho.
Leave me lucky leave me lane,
this time will always stay the same
I'm still a fool above your flame.
Leave me lucky leave me,
Leave me lucky leave me la la la la la la la la la,
la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la.
Don't look at me that way just close your eyes,
be the one I'm seeing I can't make it on my own,
I'm not alone and if you go away you-ho.
Leave me lucky leave me lane,
this time will always stay the same
I'm still a fool above your flame.
Leave me lucky leave me,
Leave me lucky leave me lane.
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7.14.2010
Love is Liberty
No one can possess a sunset like the one we saw that evening. Just as no one can possess an afternoon of rain beating against the window, or the serenity of a sleeping child, or the magical moment when the waves break on the rocks. No one can possess the beautiful things of this Earth, but we can know them and love them.
I will always remember now that love is liberty. I will always remember you and you will remember me, just as we will remember the evening, the rain on the windows, and all the things we will always have because we cannot possess them.
From Paulo Coelho’s Brida