Long Lost...

08/11/08 (20:21)
Thinking I've been seeing people that I know
In a city that I don't
After three long years
I still feel like a ghost.

08/23/08 (18:03)
I'm no stranger to the unknown
But she's a stranger to me
I'm too old now
To not have a home
But if I did
I'd just wanna leave

I want outta this life
I want to be free
I'm no stranger to the unknown
Than a songbird that never sings
I want outta this life
I want to be free
I'm no stranger to the unknown
But she's a stranger to me

I've been writing letters with a ghost
I replies in simple terms
Never more than a desire to see the coast
But I've been land locked now, so long it hurts

08/28/08 (21:32)
Circling around
For just another glimpse of an angel
You're gorgeous
And I'll never have another chance to say so
You're beautiful
And after all the bridges have fallen down
This will still {always?} be your song
And I'll have sung it just for you
All along.



And... I think I'm going to step out and do something crazy... I'm going to ask her. Nothing serious. I'm simply going to ask her if (probably if she's single first... So as not to cause problems) but then I'll ask if she wants to hang out.

None of this was written about her... I just thought I'd share my plan anyway.

Matthew Shane

Currently Listening: Thriving Ivory By: Thriving Ivory Release date: 2008-08-26

Clear Mirrors On Dark Days

Some days, you can dance and sing, and make faces... You can convince yourself of just about anything. Some days you are fully confident in your ability to be an idiot.

You have no doubt what-so-ever that one day your idiocy could very well change the world...



Other days, you wish there weren't mirrors. Every time you walk past, your mood darkens as you realize what you're seeing when you're left with nothing to think but...

Gosh... What an idiot...



It seems strange to read I Corinthians 13:12. Some things we can't see so clearly... Sometimes we're seeing things through darkened glass, waiting for the day that things will clear up and we'll understand.

Am I merely a poor reflection, as seen in a mirror? It seems so clear and to the point.

I wish I could see... Who am I supposed to be? Why is everyone so far away?



Where am I???

(I ask peering into the mirror)

Where is me???

"My rage... My pain... I hate my darkest days." ~Stabbing Westward~



Clear Mirrors, Darkened Glass, and the Darkest of Days

Currently Listening: Darkest Days By: Stabbing Westward Release date: 1998-04-07