Thursday, September 29, 2005

I don't have the emotional energy to actually say anything of value. Instead, here's a song:

Give Me Back My Heart
by Jann Arden

Give me back my heart
It was never mine to give away
It's been taken apart
One too many times
And now the pieces won't fit into place

The truth is, I know how to lie
I lie to myself all the time
I told you you could have it
But I was out of my mind
You can have any other part of me
But please give back my heart

Hearts and arrows, drawn in the snow
Heaven's angels lay down their bows
Love is weary, love is worn out
Please give me back my heart

I finally fell asleep last night
I had no lover's serenade
A crescent moon had ripped the sky
And stars were falling from my eyes
A tear-soaked lullaby

God was busy healing baby's bruises
God was busy answering prayers
God was busy cleaning a wounded earth
God was busy picking you off the ground

Hearts and arrows, drawn in the snow
Heaven's angels lay down their bows
Love is weary, love is worn out
Please give me back my heart
Hearts and arrows, melt in the snow
Heaven's angels lay down their bows
Love is weary, love is worn out

Please give back my heart

I finally fell asleep last night

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

In only a couple of hours, I shall be departing from you again, my dear Blogger friends. I know how you come daily to my blog for thought-provoking posts and heart-wrenching confessions... But alas! you shall be deprived of me for a fortnight, while I am lost in the wilds of North Dakota!

Fare thee well!
Cuz now, now it seems
I'm wide awake in this dream
And I'll do, I'll do anything
To stay here forever
And if this is a dream
I'm not going to wake up
But if I'm awake I won't close my eyes again

- Kalan Porter, Awake in a Dream, Canadian Idol

Yes, I like Kalan Porter. I just don't like it said that I look like him. How silly.



Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Friday, September 02, 2005

Bad things that affect good people need to stop happening.

Condolences to the family and friends of John Guenin.

And particularly to his son, Remy, who is one of the best people I've ever been privileged to know.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Watership Down, while an excellent novel, is one of the longest and most tedious films I've ever encountered.

And so, naturally, I purchased it.

Where are you going, Stream?
Far, far away...
Take me with you, Stream!

- Cowslip