Love, love, strength and love.
I'm going to do one of those things I hate, which is post the lyrics to a song:
Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
So yeah, not the most original or riveting thing to do in an lj, but it felt appropriate.
I have to say, life would be so much easier if I had a big bucket of never-ending money. Money is such a pain in the ass, when I have it I spend it like mad and when I don't, I crave it so that I can spend it like mad. I don't have a cent to spend on my brothers' birthdays and I need a job, well, now. Handing out resumes and applying and whatever makes me feel better, but I just want to start making money so I can stop worrying about it. It's frustrating. Everything else is going so swimmingly right now that having a hitch as stupid as money makes me grumpy.
One of the ways I know that moving here semi-permanently was the right thing to do: I feel like a better person.
As fundamental and potentially idiotic as this sounds, I actually have to take care of myself now. And, in a way, I have to take care of someone else...moreso we take care of each other. There's a beautiful equality about our relationship, although right now I feel like a dirty bum for not having a job yet. >.< Other than that, it's an even exchange of love and affection, just the way it should be. And I feel more comfortable around his family now, having dinner last night with his dad and brother was really fun. I can see the similarities between his brother and mine, it's funny. I got to try wild boar for the first time, which was a trip. Tonight we're going out again with his family to see a friend of theirs from Italy that's in town.
I've got some story and play ideas, need to move forward with those...this is the time to just let my mind and creativity run wild. Hugs to everyone in lj land...
wow... i remember when you originally posted this online.
He sat and plucked at the strings on my heart
Singing sweetly while he dreamt of the internal riots he could start
I was his muse, a woman of inspiration
But comfort is a commodity that’s no stranger to temptation
Lies can always outshine talent, I thought
But that all changed when I glimpsed the ring he had bought
What was it he said? (The words hardly intact)
I love you; sweet girl, I’ll always come back
I thought it impossible. I thought it untrue
That I could be giving more than I ought to do
He took all I had and gave what he would
My passion was unbreakable, like a statue it stood
But time, playing the fiend, wore away at my stone
And proved that what we had could not stand alone
Nothing else came, fortune offered us nothing
You won’t have forever if you’re both waiting for
copyright -M. Roux 2000