| Sunday, April 20, 2008 |
| reading into windows of hope. |
An image i played around with in the past. It's actually Ironman fighting something he created himself. I never knew what the story was behind it until now. Ironically, you create your own monsters. and eventually...you'll have to destroy them yourself.
Just a short entry today. bits and pieces of the week past. started out pretty good only to end up with a schizo episode midstream. I suppose hitting that form of low is enough to jolt you back into reality...nowhere to go but up. it was a pain to wake up the next morning especially with consistent dreams of those who wish to forget. Then a wise soul gave me some good thoughts. as if foreseeing a good future, i got some of the best advice. I was told of what to expect should i continue on one path or another. although you may already know all of this, verbal acknowledgement still helps. so made up for a wreck of a wednesday with a better weekend. i now find myself in the middle of planning a wedding, car is clean as a whistle, my hair having a nice shade of red, touched base with some long lost dears, a late night watching 'Maya with friends and purchased my second ironman comic for my collection. As the advice went, enjoy the moment. plan for this trip, let go of the past through forgiveness of both ex-friends and ex-lovers which would clean your emotions. this whole period of pain may just have been its own cleansing period. Imagine being a live tree, even removing dead wood though seemingly unfazed would still be painful inside. but it is all needed to move on.
I am happy for all the answers to my questions.
Waitin’ Tables, Waitin for the tables to turn
Waitin’ Tables, Waitin in a city with no left hand turns
Where are you now?
$30, makin $30 a day
$30 but the meter maid came and took it all away
Where is the love?
Sleep’s the only place where I can see your face these days
You take me home
You give me hope
Ride the clock and wait in vain
same ol difference but what’s it make?
Just minimum wage
Reading fables, reading into windows of hope- and pray
prayin that the wind’ll come and blow you my way
Where are ya now?
Seems the only place that I can find you’s
in this song…
You give me hope
Beautiful girl
You take me home
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