Feeling: quote-y
Listening to: Jennifer Knapp - Hold Me Now (which is NOT quoted below)
Reading/Watching: War of the Twins (onto volume 2! woo-hoo!)

This entry (not to be mistaken as representative of my usual mood, at least not for the past several months), will consist pretty much of song lyrics. Feel free to skip it.

...Although, for fun, let's make it like a game. I'll post the lyrics without saying where they originate, and I'll let people guess.

For tonight: I'm here for the part of the day that I crave: I have caffeine in my system that makes me feel brave.

For next day/week/month/year/decade... Don't be shy; your just deserve is only lightyears to go.

I'm careful, but not sure how it goes. You can lose yourself in your courage.

Just do your best, Do everything you can. Don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.

For the somedays, the silvered storms and waiting roadblocks... Where do I go from here, Or am I just like a clock spinning 'round?... I feel it, pounding like a drum inside my brain. I feel it; if it doesn't stop, I'll go insane.

And it's me who's too shy to ask for the thing I love.

And at least I've got the sense to sense what's coming, and realize that good things never come to those who wait too long.

For Bri... But for seven years, you were loved. I made golden orchid crowns around your feet. For seven years, I bowed down to touch the ground: so wholly your devotee.

If freedom is being alone, I fear liberation. But something more alive than silence swallows conversation. There's no pleasing drama in subtle averted eyes: the swelling fermata as the chord dies... There's no denying we feel the third one. We do. I'm tired of hiding, and so are you.

For my love... You've got a journey to make - There's your horizon to chase. So go far beyond where we stand; no matter the distance, I'm holding your hand.

In your eyes, I can see: Your gentleness has made me great.

I looked into your eyes and saw a world I wish I was in; I'll never find someone quite like you again.

And finally, the songs that sparked this whole line of thought: Where everything you want, Where everything you need, Will always stay... A million miles away.

I won't let you on my stage, my page - You can't know (Yet you have to know). I only want you to see My favorite part of me, And not my ugly side

I know it might sound weird, but all of these things here Are things that disappear

But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling, if I just turn and run... it wears me out.

And because it is 4:30 in the morning and a full hour-and-a-half *after* the time I despaired of trying to call anyone, I am surrendering. I will go attempt sleep now; perhaps being horizontal, my brain won't gibber like this.

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