| there was once a little yellow bird sitting on the picket fence outside
my window. it used to fly by but it doesn't anymore. i have spent many
days sitting and waiting for the bird to come back. some days i don't
see her at all. she used to shine and send me a certain indescribable
hope. now she seldom sends those rays. she now only sends me brief
glances and stares off across the fields. at times i feel that the only
way to cease my longing is for her to leave my sight. however, my fault
still rests with the fact that i sit by the window endlessly awaiting
the trust that used to exist between us. she can't bring herself to
sing anymore on my side of the fence. and now as i sit here at my
window thinking of my yellow bird, i realize that she has been shot by
a neighbor. i should have done it. i couldn't bring myself to it. i
watch the bird twitch in a red puddle. her gleam has diminished. i'm
going to try to save her...
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| when i grow out of this stage, i don't think that there will be
another. i think this is what its like when the cocoon is torn from the
limb and squished inside of those tiny little fingers..
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| So the bracelet that i have worn constantly for a little over 4 years
just fell off my wrist. I guess this is a sign of change. I'm going to
have to give up some old things in place of some new things. I don't
really want to but thats how life goes.
here's a pic:
time to make a new bracelet
taylor
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| if you feel embarassed
i'll be your pride
if you need direction
i'll be the guide
for all time
for all time
so late on a school night... but i've found i don't really mind the
dreariness of morning as much as i used to. although it is still hard
to pull myself from sleep at the sound of dcfc, but thank god for them
because they make me happy and sad at the same time. i'm so used to
this life that i would have never thought that if could be changed so
quickly. i'm pretty sure it can, now. i'm certain that in the morning
i'll awake to something mellow and beautiful... its a good feeling
knowing that. if only it were there beside me and not just playing
through my stereo. it would be nice to hold that same feeling that
music gives to me. maybe it could smile at me and lay its head on my
shoulder.. oh it would be wonderful. maybe it would pull close to me
and maybe i could rest assured that it cared about me as much as i
cared about it. maybe these gentle lulls that flow into my ears could
somehow break me of this sadness whenever i heard them. maybe these
vibrations could hear my words and remember them like they meant
something. music could be my life... my life could be music. i could
live in it, through it, feel it, and see it and someday maybe i could
develope a few melodies of my own. they could walk with me and i could
guide them and they could guide me. my world would consist of notes and
rests and it would be delightful. only for now, i can only hold is my
own shivering shoulders as i lay alone in bed at night... listening and
thinking and hoping. then, when all my thoughts fade, i'll fall into a
dark, dark place where my music begins to fade out, only to fade back
in at about 6:30 AM. i'll hear it and i'll lay there for a few minutes,
wishing i could be with it like i always do and then i'll begin another
meaningless day. maybe the day will lead me to my goal. maybe it really
is there for nothing. maybe my life is meant to go nowhere. no matter
where i go my mind resides with the thought of those beautiful things.
because they cut deeper into me than any knife ever could. they insert
themselves in my lining and my soul can't help but feel peaceful.
i couldn't appreciate them more and i hope i never lose them.
so have you ever seen any writing that was filled with more symbolism?
anyway, i'm going to bed. maybe tonight i'll listen to jack johnson.
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| how many of you have seen this oreo?
photoshop can do amazing things...
taylor
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