Happiness is

running in the rain.

gulping the refreshing, damp air

sweat and drizzle

tarmac splashed a shade darker

the bright orange rubber soles of new running shoes

fallen leaves softly pressed into the road

a squishy symphony of spoik's  :)

Courage,

is not the absence of fear;

it's inspiring others to move beyond it.

~Nelson Mandela

So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage.

Life's too short to be pissed off all the time.

It's just not worth it.

Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like.

'We are not enemies, but friends.

We must not be enemies.

Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.

The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.'

~Danny Vinyard, American History X

He used to look at me...and I used to see myself in his eyes

And it was like he saw me.



But then things started to change

The harder I tried to be what he wanted me to be
The less I saw myself in his eyes

And then one day I looked...and I was gone

Diamond Flowers Yorke

It used to be so natural
To talk about forever
But "used to be's" don't count anymore
They just lay on the floor
'Til we sweep them away

And baby, I remember
All the things you taught me
I learned how to laugh
And i learned how to cry
Well i learned how to love
Even learned how to lie

You'd think i could learn
How to tell you goodbye
'Cause you don't bring me flowers
Anymore


I know if destiny's kind, I've got the rest on my mind

But my heart
it don't beat
it don't beat the way it used to

And my eyes
they don't see you no more

And my lips
they don't kiss
they don's kiss the way they used to

And my eyes don't recognize you no more


I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave
Don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love wins
On lollipops and crisps

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kiss and smile

Just lonely
Lonely

Her face shone, eyes glowing lustrously dark, lips warm and sweet. As I turned away for the fear of exposing my emotions, I saw the gleam of a single tear against her courageous face. I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply companion to my own.

true
love
waits

~radiohead