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| the IQ test* |
| 11.12.03 (3:23 pm) [edit] |
Insightful Linguist.
This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist.
Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind.
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| They call it, "the baby blues" |
| 11.06.03 (12:24 pm) [edit] |
I cried this morning. Sat inside my car, wet from the rain, and cried. I still can’t figure out why- so I blame it on everything.
I think there’s just too much going on right now for my little body.
So tired I can’t even open my eyes.
Where’s my family? They’re so far away… I have no friends, to spend some weary time with. I can't remember shit- And this endless job is killing the light in me.
The only joy I get is the kicking of my child. But how much longer do I have to wait?
And then the kissing of my husband… Telling me good-bye each single morning.
And I feel alone… so alone*
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| Please don't leave... |
| 11.05.03 (4:49 pm) [edit] |
Beautiful times that will never come again. There are pleasures of the first time that we’ll never know the second time.
I’ll give you my voice, my eyes, my lips. Take my thoughts and all my will. Take my silence, my touch, please take my heart.
You’ve become the restlessness to laugh, the quiet tears filled from your touch. I can sense your hands talking while your lips can’t.
Have it all, for I could never really live without your love
I miss you, and I haven’t even met you-
I love you, and I don’t even know your name.
Keep my fingers when I touch you, keep my breath, my nose, my arms. Keep even my own destruction, and the faith of coming through…
Take the craziness inside of me, the passion that may trouble some. Take the skin that sinned and gave it all. Take my breath, my whole, my none.
Take the soles of my shoes, my faded jeans and all my sun rings.
I’ll give you everything,
but please, i'm begging you, don’t leave.
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Leaving is the longest word I ever learned
In the time it takes to say it, the whole world has turned
If a heartbeat lasts a lifetime then I've lived before
`cause I remember standing at this open door
This path is not the one I'd choose to travel
Even as we watch what tied us unravel
And the tears fall like rain
Deeper than crying, the loving still remains
Neither wants to be the one to say goodbye
And neither wants to be the one who's left to cry
But in our secret heart of hearts we both know
That the time for patching up has passed and it's time to go
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