The Grey Empress ஐ๑

By Band of Horses

If the trials at hand are really getting you down
We had a close call, I didn't even see it.

Then another one, I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say, it means shit to me now.
Plants and animals, we're on a bender when it's 80 degrees.

The end of December, What's going on?
Only for you and me.

When the showing up ends, who's going back to the south,

Where hungry necks that I know, and runnin'
The blender in a lightning storm, are disguised as a blessing I'm sure.
Growing up here, there comes a fork in the road,

Pants have gotta go, we're on an island on
The fourth of July, it looks like the tide is going home.
In time I'd find a little way to your heart,

Down to the general store for nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore

Only for you and me.

Everyone is trying to be clear about everything in their lives.

Okay, maybe some not.

As I agree with the fact that some things are better left unknown.

I, on the other hand, at most times, insist to be clear about everything if possible.

I don't like to be left like an idiot. But I know when to pull over if I'm sure the truth is better left undiscovered & causes me only harm if otherwise.

Basil calls me paranoid. I say, I'm just very specific.

I don't want to defend myself. But maybe it's occupational disease.

Particular in words.

I need to be descriptive. Defensive, I'm beginning to admit.

I don't like to be misunderstood.

Unless I don't care about what some might think.

In the end, I would just call myself emotionalist.

Sometimes, I'm a fatalist.

Overall, optimist.

And I've found out the compliment I get the most.

My smile.

And I just want to make earth a better place.

Too bad I'm an emotionalist.

And I love violence. Only in movies.

And I believe in cartharsis theory.

And I'm glad, to some people, I am actually influential.

Carol, especially. I always try to make her see the world the way I do.

And I always succeed.

Enough with these related sentences to the title.

Here you go, some general specifics of me.

Good night.

Thank you God, for everything.

P.S. : I miss you so much, baby sis. Everytime I'm on the phone with her, she always asks me when I'm going home. I promised I'd go back after final exam and yet I'm still here.

Hi peeps, I'm back. For a persistent long period, I hope. Fingers crossed.

Really missed blogging. I shall begin again with one of my favourite songs lately.

Yea, I know. Many of you hate Westlife. They are such copycats, dah dah dah.

But their voices, just strike your heart. Too many times.

With love & spirit. From me. Good will.

Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you, it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring, becomes the rose.