Saturday, July 2, 2011



We are a little baby with cancer flowing through our veins. We are growing and developing while being eaten from within by a vile and destructive force. We are fragile and weak. Everyday, I hold my breath, hoping we’ll make it through, being thankful for the time we have together. It doesn’t look good, the poison’s running deep and painful. I don’t know how long we have, but I still believe in miracles.
You are my wildest dream come true. You are every dream, wish and fantasy I spent months pitifully fabricating. I never thought I'd have the privilege. I will carry you in my heart, in whatever form, no matter where you go.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Overboard - Ingrid Michaelson

I could write my name by the age of 3
And I don't need anyone to cut my meat for me
I'm a big girl now, see my big girl shoes
It'll take more than just a breeze to make me

Fall over, fall over, 
Fall overboard, overboard
Fall overboard,
Just so you can catch me

But as strong as I seem to think I am,
My distressing damsel
She comes out at night, when the moon's filled up
And your eyes are bright, and I think I simply outta

Fall over, fall over,
Fall overboard, overboard
Fall overboard,
Just so you can catch me

And I watch the ships go sailing by
If I be the girl will you play the guy
And I never thought I'd be the type
To fall, to fall, to fall
 
You think I'm weak, I think you're wrong

I think I need this in my life

Monday, June 20, 2011

Regardless of What Happens

We were two bouncing souls, trapped in high school hallways. We collided and meshed with plenty of other souls, making and breaking relationships that now serve as our past. But then one day, we interacted, and it was as if I had found a kindred soul. A soul made of the same fabric. Someone whose vibes frequented the same channels as mine. All of the sudden, our souls aligned. We walk down the sidewalk, parallel and practically in sync. Our paces differ at times, our laughter too early or late, but something is right. Something inside me feels like it never has before. Like I’ve found someone just for me, someone I like. One time I told him he was the best. He declined it, and now I think he is right. He is not the best, like I had once said. But what he is, is my favourite. He’s my kind of best.
I’m glad our souls finally found each other. That’s a beautiful image: us bouncing for four years, unconnected, and our sudden contact pulls us with extreme force onto the same track.
It’s inevitable, I don’t believe I have to the power to refuse it. I don’t believe I want to. I’m not sure if I should. Regardless of what happens, you are my kind of soul and I love you.