Subject | just hanging |
DateCreated | 10/5/2006 9:05:00 PM |
PostedDate | 10/6/2006 6:03:00 AM |
Body | listening to The Call because the name brings back memories of another group called The Call that was part of the ethereal early nineties for me when I had the luxury to float through life dancing and doing whatever I pleased... nothing to do but ride the emotional roller coaster of living a wide open life dedicated to nothing but sharing the moments as passionately and infinitely as possible... The Call from back then were part of a bittersweet downbeat a beautful artist, photographer, and lover sailed away into another life and I opened myself to whatever might come next... not having to punch any sort of clock for a few years is good...
you could be the one to truly care the truth is like a razor and a lie is a dull knife and it could be you are not even there but did you ever get the feeling that you just don't belong? you could be a long lost friend or lover from the past but did you ever get the feeling that you want to belong? but do not despair life may be a mess if you'll just believe then all the past mistakes just open your heart and open your eyes we're all looking for love and a true friend if you just hide away you may miss the one looking for you ah, the eternal optimist (what?... song wasn't done?... could be right... but then, what is done?... is anything ever really finished?... over?... done?... only if you want it to be, and most of the time, I don't... at least not until I share it, you know, with the one) smiles and takes a shot at the ghostly trio ever haunting the recesses of my mind (and the kids in the peanut gallery giggle and cheer)... I really didn't have anything to say tonight... but I wanted to leave you a few words anyway, I mean, just in case you're reading |