Wednesday, September 22, 2004


And the shadows prove,
Falling behind,
Tracing each move, oh,
When I do some wrong,
There is no hiding;
Shadows are long.

So we have to keep
A watch on our shadows--
Every move (Every move)
They secret make, yeah, yeah,
We try to be
So close to heaven, (Mmmm....)
But then our shadows,
Pull us away.
They pull away

--from Shadows by Amy Grant

i miss my old life. i miss my old love, but there comes a time when i need to learn to laugh and love again, play and breathe the fresh air. there comes a time when you need to free those past lives to dream their own dreams. i honestly have no real desire to say goodbye to that life, but i do have a desire to say hello to hope... and maybe even happiness.

one day at a time.
-- from Scott Williams in this post

But now you must listen to the things you own,
all that you've worked for these past years,
the murmur of property, of things in disrepair,
the moving parts about to come undone,
and twisting in the sheets remember all
the faces you could not bring yourself to love.

---at grrrlmeetsworld in this post

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