oh okay
I’m coming to terms that I’m not concerned with planting my feet but moving onward. I’m growing older but I can’t get over the need of colder skin when I know that home is warmer. It’s just that I have this problem where I want to be everywhere I’m not.
But I’m thankful for what I’ve got —a room in a house where my bed may stay. But the feel of another’s sheets help keep my demons away. It’s become clear that what keeps me here is that sense of failure and other nightmares.
L ' E X A L T AT I O N: Ah, the things I’ve kept near and dear to my heart. There certainly... →
Ah, the things I’ve kept near and dear to my heart. There certainly are a lot of things but I wouldn’t share every word and detail for just any eyes to see. I don’t want these things to become anything less and degrade any further. Simply remembering and describing them takes away their grandeur….
L ' E X A L T AT I O N: There are those hazy afternoon hours spent idly getting started on... →
There are those hazy afternoon hours spent idly getting started on mundane tasks. Often times they are completed, but not always. And you feel “comfortable” in the context that you have many things to occupy from the time you wake up until the hour you sleep. You are relatively proud that your…
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It's Been Awhile
Artist: StaindAlbum: Break The Cycle
It’s Been Awhile - Staind
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L ' E X A L T AT I O N: I still remember the silence and how we’d always find a way to turn... →
I still remember the silence and how we’d always find a way to turn and run to our mistakes. I still remember how it all came back together just to fall apart again. My dear, I hear your voice in mine. I’ve been alone here, I’ve been afraid, my dear. I’ve been at home here, you’ve been away…
There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock.
People so tired, mutilated, either by love or no love.
People are just not good to each other, we are afraid.
Our educational system tells us that we can all be big winners
but it hasn’t told us about the gutters or the suicides.
Or the terror of one person aching in one place
—alone, untouched, and unspoken to.
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (1931)
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When you’re young, you talk about the things you can’t wait to do.
When you’re old, you talk about things you wish you could still do.It’s sad to think that the things I find exciting will lose their thrill when I become older.
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (1931)
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