Yesterday was my birthday. I had a really good day thanks to a very dear, old friend. This year is going to be different.
"Oh, the comfort
the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all out,
just as they are,
chaff and grain together,
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away."
-- George Eliot
COLLECTIVE SOUL
"After All"
We steal to lose every colour
From the sky
Then crawl as a child
While the shadows burn our eyes
We know there's no longer shine
On this burned out rainbow
Lately it seems we've been chasing
What times resolved
Maybe something means nothing here
After all
Whispers are now screams
This conclusion never ends
My pride with your kiss
Even angels can't defend
We know we're running head on
Into our confusion
Still we hide safe behind these crumbled walls
Cause we know there's nothing here after all