"Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it - don’t cheat with it."
— Ernest Hemingway
… And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
I LOVE THIS MOVIE
Hey y’all, I am so proud of myself. (Why did I just say y’all?) Here’s why (not why I said y’all, but why I’m proud of myself):
- I finally made my new theme/layout barely (well, not quite) presentable to the public audience
- I figured out how to do a drop-down-menu-thingy
- And I wrapped all of my holiday presents (actually I’m not sure…at least most of them)
And sorry I’ve been gone for so long (if you care, heheh…awkward silence), but it’k because I was dealing with A LOT of emotional friendship-related AND school-related stress. So my life has been really sucky for the last couple of weeks. But now I’m on break, and alive (hallelujah!) so that’s good. I hope to be a’tumblin’ (is that correct punctuation there?) again soon. Over and out!
Look out into the blue
the salty air a fresh perfume
with no light
but the stars above looking down on us
Do you find it strange that I
could be a thousand miles away and I
still see the sun
the same one you’re under?
And do you think it odd that I
could be so close but yet so far from you?
And yet we do
lie under the same moon
(Chorus)
Because the moon will always wax and wane
and the tides will always kiss the shore
Come what may and come what won’t
I’ll be sitting here listening to time’s infinite score
So why don’t you join me?
I’d say I love you, but I can’t
for I hear you have to feel it back
to know
although it’s what I feel
It seems that though we’ve grown apart
I still haven’t let you go all this time
a chance not taken
a hope let down and out
(Chorus)
Because the moon will always wax and wane
and the tides will always kiss the shore
Come what may and come what won’t
I’ll be sitting here listening to time’s infinite score
So why don’t you join me?
Why don’t you join me?
(Bridge)
For the stories all remain the same
and time’s something we cannot reclaim
So come with me
to the sea
and sit by me
sit by me
(Chorus)
Because the moon will always wax and wane
and the tides will always kiss the shore
Come what may and come what won’t
I’ll be sitting here listening to time’s infinite score
So why don’t you join me?
Why don’t you join me?
Why don’t you join me?
Why don’t you join me?
Look out into the blue
the salty air a fresh perfume
with no light
but the stars above looking down on us
~I hope you enjoyed my cheesy love song/poem. Good to get that gunk out of my system before I have to write something actually good at school next week. (Ahhh, next week!) Yup. Didn’t know I could be that cheesy, did ya? Well now you (most likely regrettably) know that I can be.~
