You are the promised kiss of springtime
that makes the lonely winter seem long
You are breathless hush of evening
that trembles on the evening of a lovely song

You are the angel glow that lights a star
The dearest things I know, are what you are

Someday my happy arms will hold you
and someday I'll know that moment divine
when all the things you are
are mine.

I'm feeling pretty good. times are as they are, and for once I'm going with it. my body can't seem to repair itself to completion, but isnt that what ibuprofen and a raspberry iced tea chaser are for?
Heh, there is nothing like a good long conversation.. did i say conversation i meant debate with the only person who wants to understand what you're saying more than anyone else... besides yourself.

They're the best because you're not just being polite to one another when you think they're dead wrong... you're caring enough to try to understand them over and over again until you get to a point where you can reconcile your feelings. and if the conversation is long enough, and you leave all outside props (like bibles and dictionaries) aside, you can get to that point and it's a good place to be.

note to the wise: don't say "i dont want to talk about it, i just want to forget about it" unless you want to hurt someone's feelings. because it's a shitty thing to say, and ultimately you don't want to say shitty things. they only make everything else just as shitty. now that i've said shitty three... err four times in one paragraph.. i can die happy.

"the closer im bound in love to you,
the closer i am to free."

yeah, today feels like it could be a good day. I hope katherine calls. i've really missed her this year. i can't believe i've gone an entire year without her. no wonder i had so many problems. losing a best friend is like losing a part of me. i dont know if anyone else understands what thats like. i hope not.