October 12, 2002

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  What is it that I think I need?
  Is there love in me that wants to be freed?
  Or is it selfishness and ego
  we carry with us everywhere that we go?

  
  

  This feeling that life’s incomplete
  - do you feel that too?
  Do you want what I want?

  
  

  And if I should start to cry,
  and I can’t begin to tell you why,
  and I stumble when I begin,
  it’s cause I don’t understand anything.

  
  

  People say that we’re so close,
  how can there be something that I don’t know.
  Oh but even though I share your bed,
  baby, I don’t get inside your head.

  
  

  This feeling of some mystery
  - do you feel that too?
  Do you know what I mean?

  
  

  And if I should start to cry,
  and I can’t begin to tell you why,
  and I stumble when I begin,
  it’s cause I don’t understand anything.

  
  

  Watch me stumble, watch me slip
  My fingers loose their grip.
  Now I’m down on my knees,
  Is that what you wanted to see?

  
  

  What is it that I think I need?
  What is it that I think I need?

  
  

  And if I should start to cry,
  and I can’t begin to tell you why,
  and I stumble when I begin,
  it’s cause I don’t understand anything.

  
  

  You reach for me from miles away,
  you reach for me from miles away.

  
  

  TheWorld is a Garden
  

  
  

  Dry words lately, squeezed out of a parched mind, and yet I cannot stop. Dandelions are one of  my favorite flowers. They like to call it weeds, tear its root from their precious little lawns. Dandelions are beautiful. They are strong, dominating patches of the green earth without any nourishment except what is offered. Dandelions are free. They can fly to whereever they will by strides of wind. Dandelions…dandelions…wish I was a dandelion. Roses sit in their pretty little vases, when I touch them, the thorns prick my fingers. Roses are only good with their petals scattered at my feet…wish I wasn’t a rose…
  
  

  I miss writing without a purpose. I once saw a blog called Verbosity for the Antisocial, and while I do not recall its actual contents, I remember pondering upon the title. The recluse in myself never really admitted dominance, as I’ve never really been deprived of true friends. Days in and out I’ve preached of the brilliance of people, how I loved people, how I loved the smiles and the ignorant voices, slowly gaining comprehension. Nevertheless, loving people does not mean I cannot be locked within my own realm. The observer with cunning eyes, forever searching for that fitting moment. At times like these I feel old, like a sage sitting on top of the Tai mountain, gazing on the rest of the world with pacified eyes. Then there are the times for my inner child, the reckless girl drinking laughter and smiles for they were the source of her life. Old and young. Apathetic and sentimental. I want to fly a kite in the dark when it’s windless…I’ll make it go high high high…and it’ll drift…far far far…away.  I´m still a Lotus, though..

  
  

  

  
  

  A Lone Dandelion
  ©  SuperStock, Inc.
  From Flower Mix

  
  

  

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