Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:17:57 GMT

David

I don’t think anyone knows what they take for granted until it’s taken away from them. For me it was life. I’d taken everything for granted. I wasn’t super rich and conceited and spoiled. I just liked my life.

Let’s start over.

Waking up. I felt like I hadn’t. But I could feel the crisp sheets of the hospital bed scratching my skin, hear the murmurs behind the walls and in the other rooms, smell the antiseptic on the gashes where the windshield shards dug. These things I could do more so than ever before, and it scared me.

Waking up includes opening the eyes. No one truly wakes until they are aware of their surroundings with every sense. I felt hyper aware of everything around me, but I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet.

My eyes wouldn’t open. I strained, but the darkness remained. When I shouted for help, my own voice sounded too loud; when I swung out for some physical form of support, the bang on the stand felt like a thousand needles had just been pushed into my hand.

They came in; they soothed. Tried to, at least. But I knew: my eyes were open, They said. I was awake, They said. But all I could see was darkness.

I wish it wasn’t this way.

I would never wake up.

Sweet Pea

It kills me every time I see her. Recently.

I hate it. I wish it wasn’t this way. Because it’s wrong.

What would They think?

They wouldn’t be surprised. I tell myself. She’s already a freak.

I’m not a freak. She knows it. I’m not sure I know it, but She does. She knows everything. And she’s a good person. You know, She is volunteering at the animal shelter and started her own Wipe Out World Hunger organization.

Yeah. She’s going places.

So it kills me a little every time I see her leave.

Today she’s going to see some guy; I forget his name because I didn’t care when she told it to me. He’s blind, she said. She’s supposed to be his tutor for something.

Part of me loves her for that, for being such a wonderful person and offering her help to the world unconditionally. Well, maybe it’s unconditionally.

Part of me hates him, whoever he is, for existing and taking her away from me this morning.

Part of me hates her for leaving. I hate that part.

What Do You Have To Say? - Me Behind The Wheel

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:13:43 GMT

What do you do when you're in the car alone?

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Try to drive to the end of the world.

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Mon, 31 Dec 2007 17:56:56 GMT

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart

Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight

You have stolen my heart

And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well

You have stolen
You have stolen my heart

I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel

You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart

"You are exactly my brand of heroin."

David

Sweet Pea

What Do You Have To Say? - Me Behind The Wheel

Stolen--Dashboard Confessional