you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

4:41:00 PM
Thursday, August 04, 2005
bop to the top
sometimes, i listen too much to other people's problems that i push aside my own, thinking that my problems are trivial or aren't as urgent or as important. soon, i'll be afraid of opening up. i'm afraid to show my vulnearability because i'm afraid that they'll think that i'm not as strong as i look.

honesty is the best policy