Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 131 Come up to meet you, tell you I�m sorry Sometimes I sit in my living room and watch the lights in the window, wondering if I�ve ever seen anything so perfect. My nicest dreams are white rooms in the dark, with white lights hanging from the ceiling. I had to find you Sometimes Cosmo jumps into my lap, and looks up at me with the most perfect expression of adoration I�ve ever seen. My feelings of comfort happen when I wake up in the middle of the night, reach down into the crook of my legs, and find a purring little animal. Tell me your secrets Sometimes I make perfectly written lists of things to do only so that I can cross things off. My completion is only a scribble on a post it. Running in circles Sometimes I sit in my car just to listen to one more song. My peace lies in the passing freight train that rumbles by every morning. Nobody said it was easy Sometimes I see photos through my eyes. My sight cannot be yours. Oh take me back to the start Sometimes I see paintings before I�ve finished them. My heater is drying the beginning to your ending. Questions of science Sometimes I�m glad to be alone. My rest is dependant on making my own noise. Tell me you love me Sometimes I sit in my living room and watch the lights in the window, wondering if I�ve ever seen anything so perfect. My nicest dreams. 4:46 p.m. - 2002-12-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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