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.

middle of things. and tombstone
8:28:00 PM
Thursday, December 15, 2005
bop to the top
oh man. i can't believe this. i'm like in the middle. AGAIN. seriously. i should stop trying to solve other people's problems cos i seem to be making things worse, especially when i'm just an outsider in this case.

so many things to do. so little time.

was suddenly thinking of what people would say on my tombstone [if say i happen to get one] when i die. something like this i guess:

here lies a tomboyish girl with barely an inch of unrebellious hair on her forehead, spending her spare time keeping herself busy away from the time she's supposed to spend with friends, family and herself. she spends so much time away helping other people that she hasn't got the time to help those closest to her. she knew about this for a really REALLY long time but she can't get away. simply addicted. but it's too late for her now. may all of those who read this bear in mind that there's more to life than just chasing that paper qualification and wanting to always feel needed. sometimes, the person who needs you more is yourself.

right. this is getting painfully sad. note to self: get a clown to write my life story. at least it'll probably be more cheerful.

honesty is the best policy