| down to the wire
I wanted water but I'll walk through the fire
if this is what it takes, to take me even higher
then I'll come through, like I do
when the world keeps testing me, testing me, testing me bad news, bad news...
I always seem to end up in a situation where I'm asking myself such questions as: "can you deal with this, or can't you?" with the assumption that if it's yes, I just put it behind me or live with it, and if the answer is no, I simply turn my back and walk away. Somehow I need to learn to incorporate some other options.. such as, face the problem and try to work through it or make it better. I know I've already said that, probably almost verbatim... I just seem to have hit the exact same situation again.. I keep thinking about how I should have hated him then. Now things are different and it would be silly to start now. But I really should have... And, yeah, I realized the html problem is some sorta google chrome problem. I want to like google chrome.. but it does annoying things sometimes. oh well. p.s. to xanga: stop trying to make me connect to facebook. I will never do it.
AND THE ANSWER TO EACH MOMENT MUST BE YES
AND THE QUESTION 'CAN YOU LIVE WITH THAT?' BECOMES THE TEST
SO YOU WEIGH IT AGAINST THE ACHING IN YOUR CHEST
AND THAT SECRETLY RELENTLESS EMPTINESS
And you talk it out and you talk it down
but your eyes are not listening
and my ears are running around
looking for another song to sing
but it is you each time
it is you.
so my heart finally broke,
it was so long bent
and it broke in three places
when it finally went.
it wanted only to say what it meant
so it suffered every punishment. how could you take almost everything, then come back for the rest? edit again/ "I can't remember a single thing F. said. I can only remember the way he used his handkerchief, the meticulous folding to keep his nose away from snot, his high-pitched sneezes and the pleasure they gave him. High-pitched and metallic, positively instrumental, a sideways snap of the bony head, then the look of surprise, as if he'd just received an unexpected gift, and the raised eye-brows which said, Fancy that. People sneeze, F., that's all, don't make such a damn miracle out of it, it only depresses me, it's a depressing habit you have of loving to sneeze and of eating apples as if they were juicier for you and being the first one to exclaim how good the movie is. You depress people. We like apples too." edit once more/ " You know, friend? This is one goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation." ~brokeback mountain |
