this is where we look for things
2.27.01 - 11:48:11
sometimes i feel like i need to take a vacation from reality and just sit here pouring out words until there's quiet in my head.
other times i would like to do this but i have just read 30 pages of victorian poetry and am ready for sleep.
i need to write some letters. when i get a minute. gregory. susy. mostly.
when i think about theme songs for myself, i usually want to cheat and create some sort of medley. but. if i had to choose one.
snow can wait, i forgot my mittens, wipe my nose, get my new boots on...i get a little warm in my heart when i think of winter, i put my hand in my father's glove...i run off where the drifts get deeper, sleeping beauty, it trips me with a frown...i hear a voice, you must learn to stand up for yourself 'cause i can't always be around...he says, when you gonna make up your mind? when you gonna love you as much as i do? when you gonna make up your mind? 'cause things are gonna change so fast, all the white horses are still in bed...i tell you that i'll always want you near...you say that things change, my dear...boys get discovered as winter melts, flowers competing for the sun...years go by and i'm here still waiting, withering where some snowman was...mirror, mirror, where's my crystal palace? but i only can see myself...skating around the truth who i am, but i know, dad, the ice is getting thin...when you gonna make up your mind? when you gonna love you as much as i do? when you gonna make up your mind, 'cause things are gonna change so fast...all the white horses are still in bed...i tell you that i'll always want you near, you say that things change, my dear...hair is grey and the fires are burning...so many dreams, on the shelf...you say i wanted you to be proud of you, i always wanted that myself...so when you gonna make up your mind? when you gonna love you as much as i do? when you gonna make up your mind, 'cause things are gonna change so fast...all the white horses have gone ahead...i tell you that i'll always want you near, you say that things change, my dear...never change...all the white horses...ah...mm-mm-mmmm....
is it possible to know me well and not be familiar with this song? my guess would be no. i tend to force it down your throat at some point. or at many points. but the beauty of it is how smoothly it goes down. you just didn't know you were thirsty.
my, my. how time flies. now is not the time to go...no wait. it is.
