Took a walk alone last night
Slept inside your head
It was raining hard again,
crawled back into bed
Tried to catch up to you
But you moved too fast
Thought about a million things
Fell asleep at last

Got up again last night
Tore all over town
Skidding tires screeching brakes
Barely make a sound
We were on a winding road
Going 65
Slid along an icy stretch, made it back alive

Little eyes are open but they don't see very far
You can only hurt the ones you love
Not the ones you're thinking of
Little eyes are open but they're sinking back again
Don't you know you're sleeping much too long
Wake up little eyes

Moving but not gaining any ground
Climbing up the escalator as it takes you down

Last night I heard this sound
Echoed everywhere
Like a buzzing amplifier
Burning through the air
It's still raining hard, you said
Have you any clue?
Is it ever gonna stop?
I guess that's up to you

Little eyes are open but they don't see very far
You can only hurt the ones you love
Not the ones you're thinking of
Little eyes are open but they're sinking back again
Don't you know you're sleeping much too long
Wake up little eyes

consider this shit resurrected .

ps, i am just going to post what i wrote on myspace earlier today.

this and facebook and myspace will probably just always say the same things.

well, somethings may be different...

this is the time of year when the sun goes away and along with it so does my motivation. but not just any motivation, pretty much all of it. call it seasonal depression or whatever you like but it is much more. i love the night and the decreased daylight does not necessarily bother me on its own, but the cold; oh i cannot handle both. with the ice and snow (this is kansas city after all, ice comes first, then snow) come a flood of memories, unspeakable purposely repressed memories. now this is where most persons would automatically assume some sort of abuse has occurred and mistakenly diagnose this as some sort failed attempt at a cry for help but let us put that notion to rest before it gives me a new set of miseries to deal with. the truth is these memories are quite the opposite, most of them euphoric. the cold reminds me of different times, a varied stream of memories easily locked up during the more gentle seasons of the year, each shiver uprooting a subtle thought which remains conscious throughout the entirety of the winter.
there are only four people whom i have ever met that at least have a decent understanding of the way my mind works. i lost one to med school and my own apathy, another to circumstances, and one painfully to a difference in lifestyle (and severe apathy). that leaves me with one; a friend so dear to me that i am not sure i could possibly annotate correctly the exact details of the reasoning behind my fondness of her.
i am not sure i could handle this winter on my own so i sit and eagerly wait for her return home. most of you will probably not see much of me over the next couple months. some of you are probably thinking "how is that any different from the rest of the year?" and i am sorry for that. i can be terrible at keeping relationships.
i will probably spend the cold months writing, like i do most winters. most of it not on here of course, but who knows, i might be willing to share a little more this time around.
there was more, but i think this will suffice for a while.

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