So as I wait....

I think I'm tired of sitting here. I'm staring at her and impatience is staring at me. It almost feels like I'm sitting on a frying pan. I sit and sizzle and sizzle to only form a crispy outer layer.

And as I waste away from well-done to over cooked. I still sit there, not realizing that I'm being burned. Hmm, what a waste of good food.

Even bobble heads tell me yes!

I want to have a research/field journal.
But I don't do research.

Epic Fail.

So as my heart takes the trip from my chest and down into my stomach. I'm going to ponder and wait. Wait for that one experiment, that one topic, the one that has me totally wrapped up within its rather large lab coat. It may not be warm, but whatever, I just want to learn and document anything and everything.

Someday...

...Someday

Listen

My heart says yes
and it feels good
when it feels so right

Don't Stop

No really, don't stop. I like this noise. It's always welcome here, it's warm, it's truth, it's everything that my heart asks for that my head actually forgets to ask for. I never knew I could like it this much, I never even knew these things existed. Thanks for showing me, just don't stop. Stories like these should never end.

Heh

These kinds of stories need to be read over and over whilst skipping the last chapter every time it's read. And that's how i like it, good stories rotation, loop, repeat, whatever you may call it. But that's how I like it...

Skip the ending, go back to the beginning, and repeat.

So don't stop. Make this one last forever.

OW NOW BROWN COW

I don't wanna see you go
down the road
so please turn back and save me

and I know that you know
you can save me
with those cherry red lips of redemption.

cause you know
that i know
that you're my only way out of here

Actions > Words?

Too bad it almost feels like your actions only speak of death and your words aren't very well thought out.

Who are you?

Watch

You ever see Hayley Williams sing? That's how I want to feel.

Minus...the being a girl part.

I don't want to write songs, I want to feel them.
I want to smile when I pick up my guitar.
I want to scream when I pick up my trumpet.
I want to breathe when I sing.

All I want is the feeling, nothing more, nothing less. That's all there is to it.