i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
"All the cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole..."

so i have been on a classic rock and country kick lately. i know Angel won't understand but i really love country. i do now remember why i didn't listen to it often . . . i'm now nostalgic, lonely and introspective. maybe i need to go back to the hard rock and alterative . . .
right after i get a big hug. oh em gee, i need a fucking hug that lasts at least an hour. i just want to curl up with someone.
sometimes, touching people is more than i can deal with - an overload, if you will - but other times i have insulated myself too much and i feel cold and sad.
it's weird. i'm weird. it is what it is and i am just me.

the glass is just made too big and there is room for growth.


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confessed on Saturday, Jul. 28, 2007