About me: I love everything and nothing, aaaall at once.
THE GREENROOM
Who I'd like to meet: We barely remember who or what came before this precious
moment.
We are choosing to be here right now.
Hold on, stay inside this holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in this body.
This body holding me.
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in this body,
this body holding me, feeling eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
Alive.
In this holy reality, in this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in this body.
This body holding me.
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in this body.
This body holding me, feeling eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
Lets me see.
As we loathe, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities.
And I must feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
Lets me see there is so much more and beckons me to look through to these infinite
possibilities.
As we loathe, so above and beyond, I imagine.
Drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm,
to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow,
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's
been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's
been.
Spiral out. Keep going...
..
I love you and I miss you and I hope you're doing okay.
you're a wonderfully beautiful and Independant woman. you'll get by.
Im here for you. just as your wingman.
and only because I love you thissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss much.
I love you dearly. Friendship battered down by useless history, Unexamined failure. What am I still to you? Some thief who stole from you? Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?.... We come together making chance into starlight. Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want. I have no right to wonder just how, or when. You know the meaning fits. There's no relief in this. I miss my beautiful friend.
I hope everything is ok in your world darling. Jeff Buckley (amongst other things) still remind me of you... and Tori has returned permanently to my bed
Hey Marnie. Thanks for coming over on friday. I've wanted to see more of my friends for ages, i seem to have wrapped myself in a big boyfriend bubble and haven't had that much outside world contact since tafe. So yeah it actually meant a lot everyone coming over on friday. seeya chicky.
Hey. Thanks heaps:) i say you and jaxon today. I wanted to say hey. But i was working. . Oh well. You guys going to tea club Thursday? He you are you HAVE to sing. Please :) bye x
hello there marnie, you would like to get me a glass of water wouldnt you, i would do it but im to busy playing internet solitare with my korean friends kok and kum (no joke, they are their actual names)
Chris & I are STILLL waiting for our lift which is ultra beige coz I just WANT TO GET TO THA GONG & GO CRAZZEE TO THA GREEEENRM!!! Lamestown Pop: Everything. See soon! (HOPEfully) Xo.
