I was here before

Feeling this hurt

Crying these tears

It hurts less

The second time around

Else it hurts the same

And feels less

Half a world away

And yet I hurt for you

How can I feel

This hurt, this love

And this hate

For the same one

At once?

I will cry again

And forgive again

But will it forever return?

Like the turn of the year?

Will you never learn?

Who will teach you?

Who are you?

Do I love you?

Or hate you?

Do you love me?

Or despise me?

I loose hope for you

For change

This side of heaven

Is it sin in me?

I do not know

Like so much else:

I do not know

hey girl, if you don't think about bed or going home it will help, trust me. I work nights and as soon as I get to work I can not leave that gate for 12 freaken hours. And let you know your job or what ever you do is as fun as you make it; hang in there girl. Well, i got to go my girl friend.

It's The Thinker, by Rodin. Auguste Rodin.

And Michelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel.

And Louis Armstrong is a musician.

One of my all-time favorite songs, and one of the few I can listen to repeatedly:

Thanks for the times
That you've given me
The memories are all in my mind
And now that we've come
To the end of our rainbow
There's something
I must say out loud
You're once, twice
Three times a lady
Yes you're once, twice
Three times a lady
And I love you

To my dearest friend, Charlie:

"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart

      and can sing it back to you

            when you have forgotten the words."

Thank you so much for helping me to "find my note" and keep singing... for reminding me what I believe, and what I love. 

I love you.