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


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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

I'm so damn lonely. I miss having someone who will just hold me and let me cry. I miss having someone who I can rant to, and cry to, without feeling childish. I miss having someone I can share my soul with. God, I feel like I'm losing my soul, just because it isn't shared. Is that possible? Is the essence of a person meant to be shared with another? I believe so. My spirit needs a friend, a confidant, a lover. I need to love someone. I don't even care if I'm loved at this point, I just want someone to love. I want someone I can respect enough to love. God. I am childish. I just want have someone to share all my feelings with. Instead, I type them out into this empty void. My only confidant is endless maze of technology that is the internet. There is no person on the other end of this. I'm not writting to anyone. I'm not talking to anyone. I'm not loving anyone, and I hate myself for it, and I hate the world for it. I don't really hate anything. That's too strong a word. But tonight is a night for strong words. Strong feelings need strong words. I haven't felt this lonely in a long, long time. God, I miss Sam, I miss Adam, I miss all those that I once loved and no longer do. I shouldn't feel this way, but I do. It's this time of year, it's being so close to being close to someone, and having it ripped away because of stupidity. I think to much. I think, and I think, and I think, and I forget to live, forget to love. And now I'm all alone. All the thinking in the world can't stop me from being alone. Alone in the darkness of this night. This depressing night. I need a friend. I need someone to hold me, to care for me. Is that too much to ask?

brynnlee let the night fall at 12:15 AM

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