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Feb. 25th, 2005 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldenmeanThere's a man who spoke wonders though I've never met him, He said, "He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in". I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting, And how every little thing anticipates you. All down my veins my heart-strings call. Are you the one I've been waiting for?
This is just a quick entry to maintain my momentum. I keep meaning to make a real one, but then update worthy things keep happening, and now the potential journal entry is some titanic looming structure that seems poised to crush me underneath its very threat of corporeality if I were to go into any amount of detail. So, just a quick one then, because it's late/early. I'm almost insufferably happy recently for completely unexpected but greatly welcomed reasons. And, ummm, that's all for now I think. I've made enough long-winded posts in the lifetime of this journal, that I think I can forgive myself this one piece of fluff.
And just because it's been stuck in my head...
The devil makes work, for idle hands to do. He can take these hands if they`re not touching you. And these lips of mine would rather turn to stone than kiss another now that you are gone. Sweetheart, I'm so alone. Sweetheart, when are you coming home?
This is just a quick entry to maintain my momentum. I keep meaning to make a real one, but then update worthy things keep happening, and now the potential journal entry is some titanic looming structure that seems poised to crush me underneath its very threat of corporeality if I were to go into any amount of detail. So, just a quick one then, because it's late/early. I'm almost insufferably happy recently for completely unexpected but greatly welcomed reasons. And, ummm, that's all for now I think. I've made enough long-winded posts in the lifetime of this journal, that I think I can forgive myself this one piece of fluff.
And just because it's been stuck in my head...
The devil makes work, for idle hands to do. He can take these hands if they`re not touching you. And these lips of mine would rather turn to stone than kiss another now that you are gone. Sweetheart, I'm so alone. Sweetheart, when are you coming home?
