Too Much

This week has thrown me for a loop.
As soon as everything becomes so clear some outside force makes me
completely aware of how imperfect it all is.
oh well oh well oh well

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

- Pablo Neruda

Could someone please tell me what I was made to do.
so I can do it.

unfinished

It's a long way down to fall

and then one you thought would catch you

is the one who let you go

It's a long way down to fall

we've been climbing so high 

that I can't see the ground

Sentimental Heart

Old habits die hard when you've got

when you've got a sentimental heart.

Micro blog much?

people need to stop talking so much shit about other people all the time. 

what boring minds and people that only think of other's misfortunes.

Plain and Simple

I get to be happy whenever I want.

So I think I'm just going to be happy always.

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Perfection/Redemption

Control/Sacrifice

Being with you/Missing you

What I want/What He wants.

Alright/Better

How lucky for me that I've learned how to surrender.

How lucky for everyone else as well.

My want, disguised as a need for control is dwindling 

I don't want it.

I used to think I knew myself best

so I should be able to handle everything for myself.

But there is one who knows me better.

and to him I give control.

To him I surrender.