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November 13, 2007
Favorite Book
I can't imagine ever feeling like that about anyone..
I never have before...
it would be nice..
but seems impossible.
Fear of unwittingly getting involved with someone fundamentally damaged and cruel again can make one miss out on those who could be really good..
I don't even trust my own judgment anymore.
I have been so completely awful at judging people's character before.
But, I beleive not everyone is hopelessly messed up.
I beleive there are honest, good people out there somewhere..
I am finding this to be true all the time.
My friends are meeting people who are wonderful and normal all the time.
I wonder what it takes to get to that place.
I wonder why complex systems and big design problems are nothing to me
yet.. the most simple thing..the most natural thing in the world..
like meeting someone truly kind seems to be such an impossible feat?
My Favourite Book - Stars
I was always late,
you never afraid,
that we could be falling
All our friends would say, maybe we should wait,
but they can't see what's coming
And to this day, when everything breaks,
you are the anchor that holds me
And that is why we'll always make it
How I know your face,
all the ways you move,
you come in, I can read you
You're my favourite book
All the things you say, the way you shift your eyes
I never knew there was someone,
to make me come alive
When the days are long, and the thunder with the storm, can always get me crying
You can make my bed, I'll fall into it, shattered but not lonely
Because I never knew a home,
until I found your hands,
when I'm weathered
You come to me,
you're my best friend
And that is why we'll always make it
How I know your face, all the ways you move, you come in, I can read you
You're my favourite book
All the things you say, the way you shift your eyes
I never knew there was someone, to make me come alive
And when we're making love
I'd give up everything for your touch
How I know your face, all the ways you move, you come in, I can read you
You're my favourite book
All the things you say, the way you shift your eyes
I never knew there was someone, to make me come alive
When you go to work all the day I wait
For you to come home,
recount our time,
in our little place
Posted by aynne at November 13, 2007 07:11 AM
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