I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing…kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and I believe in miracles.
Audrey Hepburn
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...
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
hello stranger...
Feels like we've barely spoken. And yet, there's still so much unspoken, isn't there? It's not as if time and distance don't make it next to impossible to reach each other, plus, you're busy, I'm busy and these things tend to fall by the wayside. Is that how it's always going to be? You and I on separate corners of the universe, barely acknowledged thoughts hidden in the back of each other's minds?
Is that the way you wanted it to be? Maybe Im just making too much of this.. Maybe we've always made too much of this. But you always had a way of making me see things clearly, and with you in a world away from here, I think Im loosing that vision...
You're just the image I conjure up when I feel like that's all I can hold onto.
Yesterday I met someone in the club. He had dark, sparkling eyes and he made me smile. And then I thought about the world's fascinating faces out there .. and somehow, I came back around to thinking about you...
Is that the way you wanted it to be? Maybe Im just making too much of this.. Maybe we've always made too much of this. But you always had a way of making me see things clearly, and with you in a world away from here, I think Im loosing that vision...
You're just the image I conjure up when I feel like that's all I can hold onto.
Yesterday I met someone in the club. He had dark, sparkling eyes and he made me smile. And then I thought about the world's fascinating faces out there .. and somehow, I came back around to thinking about you...
Saturday, December 05, 2009
believing in what's possible...
Maybe it began with coloring outside the lines.
Eating ice cream with a fork. Or wearing your mom's shoes because the were more glamorous than yours.
But somewhere early on you learned it was possible to live life beyond the rules.
SO you traded NO for WHY NOT. And as you dared to look farther, new horizons opened up for you.
It's a spirit we call moving forward but you may think of it simply as believing in what's possible.
Which, as you found out long ago, also makes life a lot more fun!
Eating ice cream with a fork. Or wearing your mom's shoes because the were more glamorous than yours.
But somewhere early on you learned it was possible to live life beyond the rules.
SO you traded NO for WHY NOT. And as you dared to look farther, new horizons opened up for you.
It's a spirit we call moving forward but you may think of it simply as believing in what's possible.
Which, as you found out long ago, also makes life a lot more fun!
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