THE TALES OF LIVING

Back home, sweetheart!

I'm back home, all my friends are in my livingroom; drinking, laughing and talking about the good old days.

Drunk on KIR, in the town where I grew up.

Life's good.

Listen:

She grew up in a nice neighborhood

But it didn't do her no good

This one's for you

I'd wear you on my arm like a brand new scar.

How to learn how to swim

I can spot a broken person just as easily as a fashionista can spot a fake Gucci bag.

And I see these people, they put on a breave face but really they are broken. And I give of myself maybe a little bit more than I should. Becuase I see, I know and I want to help. However, I always forget not everyone wants or are able to accept that help. I know that I didn't accept help, when that used to be me. So I should just let it go.

But I just can't.

Some things in life you have to learn for yourself - on your own. It's like:

When someone is drowning it's not possible to teach him/her how to swim.

In that position you have to save yourself from drowning. It's like in actually cases of people drowning, were if someone swims out to help that person - the person drowning will be in panic and hold on to hard and pull down the person who has come to the rescue.

So, you have to help yourself before anyone else can help you. The bottom line is, no one understands you as well as you - so at the end of the line you are the only one who can help and heal you.

Reckless

I am reckless

Reckless enough to through myself off a cliff

But there has to be beauty

On the horizon

There has to be fog on the horizon

'Cuase no matter what goes down my throat or up my nose

I still know

Where I belong

And no matter if you break me into a million pieces

I will still pick myself up

I can destroy myself

Knowing that I will pull through

And save myself

It Takes Two To Tango

Someone spent 15 min. on a bus yesterday with a milkshake in their hand just to come and give it to me. That someone is A. someone who's been in my life since last autumn, but hasn't been featured in the blog. It's been too precious and too private. Thought I should give him a introduction, so that you'll know who he is in the future.

It's strange. When it comes to me I can drag almost all of my inmost thoughts and skeletons out of the closet in this blog. But when it comes to my relationship it's like it's only half of my story to tell. Since it takes two to tango. I guess, it all goes to show that I'm more careful when it comes to those I love than what I am for myself.