And the moon grows dimmer
At the tides low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you're caught in the web...

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Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do

Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going
I will understand

You've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

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My foundations
are in the universe
my spirit is universal
despite all pressures against me
to choose sides
black or white
man or woman
gay or straight
I am still a child
and an old woman
my blood is red
my choice is not to choose
I cannot choice
I am the exception to the rule of choice
I am one and all without exception
I defy the rules
I am me.

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Sweet little cherry blossom,
blooming before her time
Moving her lips to her favorite song,
cherishing every rhyme
Swaying her hips to the rhythm,
humming along with the tune
Lost in her own little dream world
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching her I cannot help,
but go back in my mind
And suddenly I find I am 15 again

Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching the girl I'm reminded
she's quite a lot like me
Trapped in the suburbs of wonderland,
lost in her own fantasy
Somehow my heart never grew up,
no one ever burst my balloon
So here I am swirling in star dust,
slow dancing with the moon

Still believe some day my wildest dreams
will all come true
And I'll find someone who'll
make me 15 again
But until then I'm
Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon














































































































































































































Thursday, March 31, 2005

Sometimes I just need to write. I don't really know why, but I do. It lets me get out feelings. It forces me to realize what my feelings are. It forces me to think through all my thoughts. I've been feeling so odd lately I don't know what to think about it. Why is it that when one part of your life finally starts going so right, everything else comes crashing down beside you. School is just a miserable failure for me this semester, mainly because I've lost the motivation to keep working. It's hard to put effort into classes when I can't see any way I'll be able to be here next year. It's just too much money. And I hate putting that on the shoulder of my parents. I hate that I'm asking them for money at the one time they really can't afford it. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it. I'm also starting to think I should just make a permanent break from my friends in Georgia. Everyone who I've kept in touch with just causes me to stress out. Every time I visit some huge crisis happens, that usually ends with me in tears, or worse, to sad to cry. I'm really getting sick of it. I love everyone in Georgia so much, I care about you all so much, but I just can't keep holding on to these friendships that are doomed to fail. I can't keep holding on to something I lost the day I moved away from Georgia. Then there's my emotional stability, which has just gone down the drain. I've been thinking to much, about everything. I should remember that thinking is a dangerous thing for me. It always messes with my head. With my feelings. But, with all that going on, this still is such a wonderful time for me. Because this is a time when a part of my life is going completely, absolutely right. I've never been this happy. Ah, I don't know what I'm saying. Life sucks and life is wonderful. How is it that those can both me true at the same time? How is it that I can be so numb, but feel so much, at the same time? I don't know. It's odd. It's weird.

brynnlee let the night fall at 3:38 AM

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