Wendy House with friends tomorrow, just waiting to see what reception I get after these last few weeks.
I'm sure I can use the night to unwind and relax, but if anyone does decide to ask for full details of whats been happening, I'll certainly be around to tell.
Musings. Wonderings and questions of the next step. Where does life go from here and how to proceed with the next step. Not that I'm at all worried, but at the end of it all there's a lot to sort still.
For those who want me, you know how to get hold of me.
All the people rushing by, Looking for meaning in this life So used up, and blinded by lies, They're underneath the blue, blue sky The way they seldom seem to smile I don't know why.
If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry the one without tears For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength. Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew The sweet piano writing down my life
Teach me passion for I fear it's gone Show me love, hold the lorn So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me I'm sorry Time will tell, this bitter farewell I live no more to shame nor me nor you And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore...
Il tempo passa senza che, Lo passo mai insieme ate, Ma ti pensavo sempre, Nei sogni tu con me, Per me il mondo finira, Se non ci fossi tu, Ovunque vai, Voglio che sai.
E'una vita che cercando a te, E non importa che io senta per te, Soltanto una notte ancor, Chiamami amor....
Everytime I drive into University, I always park my car in the same spot. Thing is, where I park it is currently right under a billboard posing a very thought-provoking question:
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