I have often dreamed of a far off place where a great warm welcome would be waiting for me. Where the crowds will cheer when they see my face and a voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be. I will find my way, I can go the distance. I'll be there someday if I can be strong, I know every mile will be worth my while. I would go most anywhere to feel like I belong.
- Alan Menken
Sunday, October 25
Monday, October 12
"Where Is My Mind?"
Would it be a waste even if I lose my place, should I leave it there? Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads no where.
Wednesday, October 7
"I'm Not Bitter, I'm Not Cold..."
I'm just frozen for a moment. My vision is impaired, my heart is under repair. What can I say about love? I know what it means to have too little and too much. Crowded my thoughts, what I really want is to not think about it at all.
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