"Deep down, everyone wants to believe they can be hardcore.
But being hardcore isn’t just about being tough. It’s about acceptance.
Sometimes you have to give yourself permission to not be hardcore for once. You don’t have to be tough every minute of every day.
It’s okay to let down your guard.
In fact there are moments when it’s the best thing you can possibly do…
as long as you choose your moments wisely."
I believe we write our own stories. And each time we think we know the end - we don't. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all. You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong. As the ussual this is me, leting it out...
Thursday, September 18, 2008
feels so good when I stop.-
Monday, September 15, 2008
... .. . .*[talking 0nly me and y0u]*. . .. ...
... .. .If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history would you go along with someone like me... .. ....
.. .i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around
and see this night through... .. ....
.. .and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks talkin'
'bout the old style too and
we don't care about their own faults talkin'
'bout our own style all we care 'bout is talking talking only me and you...
.. .usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one will surprise me
unless you do
i can tell there's something goin'
on hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving
i'm still with you... ..
.... .. .it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going too
we can stick around and see this night through... ..
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history would you go along with someone like me... .. ....
.. .i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around
and see this night through... .. ....
.. .and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks talkin'
'bout the old style too and
we don't care about their own faults talkin'
'bout our own style all we care 'bout is talking talking only me and you...
.. .usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one will surprise me
unless you do
i can tell there's something goin'
on hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving
i'm still with you... ..
.... .. .it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going too
we can stick around and see this night through... ..
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
couting to 100
Never been much good on my own
So I'm tryin' to find somebody else
Never been good at findin' much except this
Loneliness all by myself
Spottin' you ain't been easy,
I could use once hand, maybe two
And I had that spot right beside me baby
That waited there just for you
And you go hide
And I'll come seek
Maybe someday in the middle
We just might meet
because I'm counting to a hundred
And I promise I won't peek
As you go hide and I come seek.
Now, how much longer will this game go on
I guess time will tell
But I hate to hear that you're all alone
Overlooked in search of someone else.
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