Tuesday, November 26, 2013

♩ My bright is too slight to hold back all my dark.

One of those days where not only the wind bites, but your friend does as well--leaving you cold inside and out.  I'm feeling somewhat dreary.  Extreme weather and unwarranted reactions can do that to a person.

A sobering tune for a sobering day.

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did You do those three days You were dead?
'Cuz this problem's gonna last
More than the weekend

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?
'Cuz my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

On the bright side, I updated my beauty/fashion blog.  If you're a girl looking for a cute sweater or a boy looking to buy a gift for a cute girl, be sure to make your way here:  

7 Cat Sweaters for My Crazy Cat Ladies

Monday, November 4, 2013

♩ I'd be scared for it all to flicker by.

I realize that sometimes I spend so much time trying to capture a memory that I miss living the moment to its fullest.

Well, regardless of how I go about it, I'm pretty sure I'll always remember how I felt at the time--framed or not.

It's hard to forget what made you happy.

Should I put the flash on the camera?
I'd be scared for it all to flicker by
As we floated in the glitter of the mere
I didn't expect your reflection in the sky.

Friday, November 1, 2013


If you haven't read It by Stephen King, get going.  It's so good it hurts.  I've been rationing out sections of the book these past several weeks to try to make the story last longer.  For awhile, it seemed like it would never end--granted, it's over 1000 pages.  Now I'm down to the last 100 and as each page turns, I feel myself dying a little more and more inside.

Something to think about.

Why in the name of God are you giggling?

He didn't know, anymore than he knew why he should feel, in spite of the pain, such intense relief.  Was it maybe just because he was still alive, that the worst he had suffered was a broken arm, and there were still some pieces to pick up?  He settled for that, but years later, sitting in the Derry Library with a glass of the gin and prune juice in front of him and his aspirator near at hand, he told the others he thought it was something more than that; he had been old enough to feel something more, but not to understand or define it.

I think it was the first real pain I ever felt in my life, he would tell the others.  It wasn't what I thought it would be at all.  It didn't put an end to me as a person.  I think...it gave me a basis for comparison, finding out you could still exist inside the pain, in spite of the pain.

-Stephen King, It

Ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
And ears, ears
Ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
Ears, ears ring.