i cannot explain it, but i am changing. i feel like i'm moving into a better place and becoming a better me. i'm thinking about the different influences in my life and
who and what really belongs there. i know i've been quiet for a bit, and i think that's all over now.
i'm trying to pull myself out of a large depression and it's been a long process.
i feel like i'm starting to pick up the pieces and move on. moving on from hurt, heartache, disappointment, failures, etc.
i've been a slave to many unhealthy things for a long time. i'm a little late with the whole spring cleaning thing.
it's going to be october, my month. it will be a time of change.
i think i'm going to move to atlanta proper. i ran away from that city for three years. marietta was my safety net, but i no longer need one.
i've made peace with my anger.
i know it's taken such a long time for me to heal, but now i feel like i'm almost whole again.
i'm meeting new friends and branching out. having new experiences and just living again.
one step at a time i guess.
no fear. no hiding. no silence.
time to turn the page and begin a new day, and a new me...
look out....
drowned world (substitute for love)-madonna:
i traded fame for love
without a second thought
it all became a silly a game
some things cannot de bought
i got exactly what i asked for
wanted it so badly
running,rushing back for more
i suffered fools so gladly
and now i find
i´ve change my mind
the face of you
my substitute for love
my substitute for love
should i wait for you
my substitute for love
my substitute for love
i traveled round the world
looking for a home
i found myself crowded rooms
feeling so alone
i had so many lovers
who settled for the thrill
of basking in my spotlight
i never fell,so happy
famous faces,far off places
trinkets i can buy
no handsome stranger,heady danger
drug that i can try
no ferris wheel,no heart to steal
no laughter in the dark
no onenight stand,no faroff land
no fire that i can spark
now i find i´ve changed my mind
this is my religion...
Monday, September 29, 2008
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1 comment:
Honest. Provocative. Moving! This would make a great spoken word piece.
*ponder*
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