Mind the gap

don’t want to wonder
If this is a blunder
I don’t want to worry whether
We’re going to stay together
‘Till we die
I don’t want to jump in
Unless this music’s thumping
All the dishes rattle in the cupboards
When the elephants arrive

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly, way
I want to love you, love you
Love you madly

I don’t want to fake it
I just want to make it
The ornaments look pretty
But they’re pulling down the branches
Of the Tree

I don’t want to think about it
I don’t want to talk about it
When I kiss your lips
I want to sink down to the bottom
Of the sea

I don’t want to hold back
I don’t want to slip down
I don’t want to think back to the one thing that I know I
Should have done

I don’t want to doubt you
Know everything about you
I don’t want to sit across the table from you
Wishing I could run

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly, way
I want to love you, love you
Love you madly

Cake – Love You Madly

‘m exhausted. this week has been fulfilling and exhausting in equal measure.

  • sometimes having a photographic memory is very distracting when one is attempting to work.
  • what purpose does guilt serve? it’s certainly not a way to get someone to stay or bring them closer to you. it’s most assuredly a force that will push them away.
  • when people use the excuse of not having enough time or being too busy for a relationship, i often wonder why they just can’t admit that it’s simply not a priority for them. if they thought it was worth investing the time in, then very simply, they would. it’s not wrong to have other priorities but call it the way it is. it’s not about having enough time. it’s about what you choose to invest your time in.
  • i used to be afraid of being wrong, of failing. now, i’m afraid of not failing. if there’s not room for failure, how is there space for success or the ability to appreciate it?
  • there’s only so much moral high ground a person can traverse before they reach a cliff with a seemingly endless drop. one shoe slips on the rocks beneath, and down is the only option.


don’t let me hear you say life’s taking your nowhere…

sometimes age is not just a number. and sometimes numbers mean more than they should. sometimes miles are too far. and sometimes you just need to let go.

i’m thinking of moving. i’ve been thinking about it for a while. just me, myself, and i, going somewhere where i know i can be happy and where i’ve always wanted to live. i can do my job from anywhere, really, and the only excuse not to is the expense of the city. but i really want to be a proofreader, and i really want to be in san francisco.

so i’m going to look into it, because that’s at least the first step. i have very little reason to stay here other than family and a few friends, and really, i just don’t want to be here anymore. i’m happy, but i’m restless. even though people have said it before, this seems like such a small town and that i’ve explored all my options.

so yeah, i’m happy. i can’t recall the last time i considered myself “depressed” but then sometimes i wonder if i’ve built the wall too high, and look over my shoulder, wondering when some the bricks will fall out. well, i think a brick or two has loosed itself recently and it’s got me pensive.

i think it’s time to detach the barnacles and swim freely. if you catch my drift.