Friday, February 15, 2002
Laur @ 10:09 PM
listening to "Fly Away From Here" by Aerosmith
You're so confused that you reach out and grab in all directions and try to grasp whatever you can. Why not take a lantern and seek out someone worthwhile?
Is it likely to be me?
Laur @ 10:03 PM
still listening to "Everybody Hurts" by REM
Boxing yourself in only makes it harder to find your way out.
It won't help you, no it won't help you
At all.
Empty words mean even more than the ones you could say otherwise.
Are you too far away to think?
Slowly can we get you back...
I think we can if we try.
I think I can.
If you'd only let me through.
Laur @ 10:00 PM
listening to "Everybody Hurts" by REM
She reaches out to him but all he wants is for her to go away.
Why is he afraid?
If she gets too close, will she run away?
But she is so determined.
Just let her in.
Let her help.
You know you need someone.
Maybe the one you need is her.
You see,
Even the toughest need some comfort sometimes.
Even he, even him.
Even you.
Wednesday, February 13, 2002
Laur @ 8:39 PM
listening to "Reflection" from Mulan
Those brown eyes of yours are so full of emotion that when you look at me,
I think I might start crying.
Or laughing, depending on what you so obvisouly feel.
But then your words are so hard to decipher.
It's hard to tell what you feel and what you want me to think you feel.
Does the boundary really matter?
On a day like this, however, I really think so.
Tuesday, February 12, 2002
Laur @ 9:35 PM
listening to "Jaded" by Aerosmith
He turned around in his seat, gazing at her as if the past was the present.
She stared out of the corner of her, wishing to turn back time.
Everyone else in the room did what they could to pretend not to notice.
The odd friction mixed with longing and regret made them want to kill themselves.
Monday, February 04, 2002
Laur @ 9:54 PM
listening to "This Used to be My Playground
"Come back!"
My voice echoes through the air like the last chiming of a bell in despair,
And I feel that the exploding pain in my chest should be enough to bring you back.
But your footsteps do not enter the range of my hearing,
Your voice remains hushed by the inaudible sounds of my breathing.
The continuous shivers up and down my spine are my only company,
And I feel this lonliness might swallow me whole.
Sometimes I almost give in to the darkness and let it.
But what if you were to come back?
Laur @ 9:49 PM
listening to "Friends Never Say Goodbye" by Elton John
I run so fast, trying to get so far, but someone grabs me so hard and holds me so tight. I turn around.
Concern clouds your bright eyes and I want to hug you. Just like that, in that instant, I want to hug you.
"What's wrong?" You speak the question and it's as if I'm taking a soothing hot shower.
I don't want to relive it, don't want to bring it up again. But for you and for those bright eyes, I just might.
"I'm sorry." You save me from more exposure to pain by reading my mind and saying the words that no one else in the world would care enough about me to say.
And as if it wasn't enough, you loosen your don't-go-anywhere grasp to a gentle, caring, being held. I could melt into your embrace, though I know it would be the last thing either of us would expect.
But oh, why can't either of us make it a given?
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