Blue eyes He was whistling John Mayer Tenor voice American accent. The smell of coffee was strong Like the bitter aftertaste on my tongue. Recognition made us both notice one another Was it the fifth time? Sixth? Funny how you just think of people sometimes Funny how you notice things Funny how writing it down frees your mind And now you can go back to your reading. The book is about Ireland. Remember Ireland? Sea mist Cold toes braving icy ocean water A boy's curling mouth Makes your heart dance. Funny how you probably won't be getting back to your reading. Your brain apologizes Such is life sometimes.
5.36 pm Wednesday 30th September 2009 Sitting in Starbucks.
Stuffy-nosed, puffy-eyed, giggling and emotionally raw. Begging God for things until I realise all it takes is simple asking. God hears us when we ask. We don't have to beg.
I want to paint, I want to bake, I want to jog, I want to sleep.
I would like to go home and hug my mummy. I miss hugging my mummy. I would like to kiss my daddy's prickly cheek. I miss my daddy's beard.
Oren Lavie. Ever heard of him? Unique voice. Strangely lovely voice. His voice comforts me right now. So do his violins and pianos and guitars...
*hums to self*
Cold medicine does strange things to my head. But I feel really peaceful. Hmm.
I had an amazing weekend with wonderful people. People who open up their hearts and homes to me in a way that makes me feel really joyous inside because it says "I care about you", and they actually mean it.
It's nice to be cared about. It's nice when someone thinks you're special and let's you know it.
This week I'm going to get a job. I have to. I'm trusting God.
That line above doesn't make much sense or flow very well... I tried reconstructing it many times but just left it.
I'm going to write a letter today and mail it tomorrow. Actually. I might write a few letters... I'm also going to clean my room.
When I get a job I'm going to invest in some art supplies. :) The thought of it makes me quite excited.
Oh, you're beautiful. Oh, you make me sigh. Oh, your eyes touch mine and Oh, you make me smile.
Come. Come back.
Come away from.
It rains, I think of you. The sun, he speaks of you. Those curls in your hair and the curls of your mouth. Oh, you're lovely. Oh, you take me high. Oh, you keep me sensible and Oh, you make me shy.
