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This is my "mind by Month"..Follow the links below to access the Pollution of the Mind by corresponding months..-is not responsible for any despondance, suicidal tendencies, or unadulterated anger that may come hence from these pages-
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Mood: Tired
Song: Tatu "All those things she said"
Qoute of the Day: "What was once dead, can surely be so again"
"Ghost Story"
I watch the Western sky
The sun is sinking
The geese are flying South
It sets me thinking
I did not miss you much
I did not suffer
What did not kill me
Just made me tougher
I feel the winter come
His icy sinews
Now in the fire light
The case continues
Another night in court
The same old trial
The same old questions asked
The same denial
The shadows closely run
Like jury members
I look for answers in
The fire's embers
Why was I missing then
That whole December
I give my usual line:
I don't remember
Another winter comes
His icy fingers creep
Into these bones of mine
These memories never sleep
And all these differences
A cloak I borrow
We kept our distances
Why should it follow I must have loved you
What is the force that binds the stars
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that pulls the tide
I never could find a place to hide
What moves the Earth around the sun
What could I do but run and run and run
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A mast without a sail
The moon's a fingernail and slowly sinking
Another day begins and now I'm thinking
That this indifference was my invention
When everything I did sought your attention
You were my compass star
You were my measure
You were a pirate's map
A buried treasure
If this was all correct
The last thing I'd expect
The prosecution rests
It's time that I confess: I must have loved you
Feb 28, early morning
Mood:I just don't understand
Song: Macross Plus(english) "Voices"
Qoute of the Day: "I love my boyfriend, but he don't vibrate"
*sighs* What's the point of being with someone, friend or otherwise, if they don't fight to keep you in their lives? I mean, it's one thing to give someone space to make up their minds, but it's another to allow them to walk right out of your life, and not even put up a fight..how can someone like that even pretend to care about you? what is it exactley, that defines my being special to someone? i don't know, but i'd know it if i saw it..i guess i'll have to keep looking..