24 September 2007
just rowed with the mother, shes damn bloody unreasonable. basket, her uncanny knack of shattering the moments when one is feels balanced and peace at the world which fyi, are damn hard to come by, is damn bloody annoying.
that is the way with a wound. the wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. and once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain. - AnMei Hsu joyluck is settling comfortably into the not so deep recesses of the pink fluff i call my brain, thankheavens.
someday we will know why love can move a mountain someday we will know why the sky is blue someday we will know why i wasnt meant for you
10:30 PM
Someone to hold me tight
That would be very nice
Someone to love me right
That would be very nice
Someone to understand
Each little dream in me
Someone to take my hand
And be a team with me
So nice, life would be so nice
If one day I'd find
Someone who would take my hand
And samba through life with me
Someone to cling to me
Stay with me right or wrong
Someone to sing to me
Some little samba song
Someone to take my heart
And give his heart to me
Someone who's ready to
Give love a start with me
Oh yeah, that would be so nice
I could see you and me, that would be nice