| I am the diamond glints on snow. |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|09:41 pm] |
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Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die. -Mary Elizabeth Frye |
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| Just to hear your still small voice again |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|07:00 pm] |
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Holy, righteous, faithful to the end Savior, healer, redeemer and friend
My soul secure, your promise sure. Your love endures, always.
Thank you |
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| That someday it might lead me back to you |
[Sep. 26th, 2009|11:00 pm] |
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You're a cool breeze in the setting sun, New year's, the 4th.. all wrapped into one, You make me want to be someone that you could look up to
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[Sep. 18th, 2009|10:20 pm] |
I got a new pair of jeans, I wonder if you know. They're of a different shade this time, I'd like to know what you think.
What if our love never went away What if it's lost behind words we could never find
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| The same deep water as you |
[Sep. 8th, 2009|10:56 pm] |
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"A child needs your love most when he deserves it least" Erma Bombeck
"But good luck to them. I tried for the better part of sixteen years to punish him. Nothing I took away mattered to him in the first place. What's the juvenile justice system going to do? Send him to his room? I tried that. He didn't have much use for anything outside his room, or in it; what's the difference? And they're hardly going to shame him. You can only subject people to anguish who have a conscience. You can only punish people who have hopes to frustrate or attachments to sever; who worry what you think of them. You can really only punish people who are already a little bit good."
Good book, this book I be reading. I am tired now. And I think my posts are always kind of homogenous, that makes this space kind of hackneyed I mean for people, not for me I like it v much still
Shao if you see this, I miss you, I kind of need that imagination that brought us the carpark and the roof garden and the drizzle, I kind of need it for various reasons |
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