mardi 7 décembre 2010

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Not the way that I do love you
Holy moly, me, oh my, you're the apple of my eye
Girl, I've never loved one like you
Man, oh man, you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness
There ain't nothin' that I need
Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
There ain't nothin' please me more than you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I'm with you(2x)
La la la la, take me Home
Mommy, I'm coming Home
I'll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark
Girl, I've never loved one like you
Moats & boats & waterfalls, alley ways & pay phone calls
I've been everywhere with you
That's true
We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night
Nothin' new is sweeter than with you
And in the streets we're running free like it's only you and me
Geez, you're something to see.
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I'm with you(2x)
La la la la, take me Home
Baby, I'm coming Home
"Jade?"
"Alexander?"
"Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?"
"I sure do, you came jumping out after me."
"Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, there's something I never told you about that night."
"What didn't you tell me?"
"While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you 'til just now."
"Now I know."
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is whenever I'm with you
Ahh, HomeLet me come Home
Home is when I'm alone with you
HomeLet me come Home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Ahh, Home
Yes, I am Home
Home is when I'm alone with you.

dimanche 14 novembre 2010

for what is our motive for holding onto all the little pieces of who we were?
do we hold onto our past because we are scared that our future will not be as good?
or is it maybe to remember our journey, and how it is we have grown?

jeudi 4 novembre 2010

listen to the mustnts, child,
listen to the donts
listen to the shouldnts,
the impossibles,
the wonts
listen to the never haves,
then listen close to me…
anything can happen, child,
anything can be.
— Shel Silverstein

mercredi 3 novembre 2010

"Hope” is the thing with feathers —That perches in the soul —And sings the tune without the words —And never stops — at all —"

samedi 30 octobre 2010

mercredi 13 octobre 2010