Tuesday, January 02, 2007
when the stars fall, a tiny one will slip into your open mouth. You will shine, from within, and radiate silently. No one will see it of course. Naturally beautiful. Perfectly imperfect. Alive and... Well, alive and well.
a song will sing your name. A song for you, just for you, in your name alone. No one will know of course. Secretly pleased. A sugary sweet delight.
you will be dreamt of by a dreamer who wants everything you want. You will never know of course. Vaguely romantic. Mysterious.
One day, you will... One day, you will... One day, one hour, one minute, one second, one moment, one... Of course, one... One is enough. The words, ugly, beautiful, don't matter this time round. One. The magical number one.
And let us live for that alone.
How many of those are there out there? Those shooting stars. One, one, one, here and there, there... Sparks that make you feel and come alive. I don't know.
I think they whisper that their names are all, Hope.
If sadness makes people want to die, let happiness (even a glimpse of it) be the risk worth living for.
What are you living for?
Sleep, don't weep,
my sweet love.
Your face, it's all wet,
and your day was rough.
Do do what you must do
to find yourself.
Wear another's shoe,
Or paint my shelves.
There's times that I was broke,
and you stood strong.
I think I found a place
-Sleep Don't Weep by Damien Rice.
Posted by Faith at 5:19 am