what the hell is life all about??????????
i guess i am a little lost at this moment. Today went by with little words about the fight last night. Other then a few negative energies hanging around it was just like any other day. In side i still feel a little whirled and beaten. but maybe that is just me. I am unsure about the ground i am walking on. I know that my wife and I are fine. I know that my family is fine. I think our third is still a little upset. But then i think to much some times.
OH Well!!! On to other things.
We had coven tonight and it went well other then auras fighting with each other.
In all truth my thoughts are more on the story I sent to Allyson books. I wonder if they will pick it to be in the book, or if all my thoughts are true and i suck as a writer. I wonder if I will every see my name on a book cover. or if that is just one dream that will always be left unlived. Unlived is that a word???? I guess it is now! I wish I could sit in front of the computer for hours just hitting the keys that tell the stories in my head. There are so many stories twisted in my head. They hang on the tip of my fingers longing for the be typed out. Sometimes I feel unwritten. Little i am a novel not yet written. BUt then i want to live and not be a book. Yet the pages of a book is all i can think of.
My dream day is to sit here in front of this computer and pour myself out into....will that ever happen? That is still the words that are unwritten.
Unwritten
BY Natasha Bedingfield
I am Unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah
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