To whom it may concern:
Please don't let this be a repeat of last year.
Let the waves of all things bad be calm.
I mean, jesus. How much _____ can one person take?
Thanks.
you make me feel poetic
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Taylor
on Monday, June 8, 2009
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Ask Me
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.
~ William Stafford
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.
~ William Stafford
there's always been change
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Taylor
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Traveling north, traveling north to find you.
Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes.
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you.
Call out your name love, don’t be surprised.
It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you.
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you.
But suddenly now, I know where I belong.
It’s many hundred miles but it won’t be long.
What will I do if there’s someone with you
Maybe someone you’ve always known.
How do I know I can come and give to you
love with no warning and find you alone?
It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you.
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you.
But suddenly now, I know where I belong.
It’s many hundred miles and it won’t be long.
Train Song (Vashti Bunyan)
Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes.
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you.
Call out your name love, don’t be surprised.
It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you.
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you.
But suddenly now, I know where I belong.
It’s many hundred miles but it won’t be long.
What will I do if there’s someone with you
Maybe someone you’ve always known.
How do I know I can come and give to you
love with no warning and find you alone?
It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you.
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you.
But suddenly now, I know where I belong.
It’s many hundred miles and it won’t be long.
Train Song (Vashti Bunyan)
oh my
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Taylor
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Yesterday was wonderful.
- Woke up at 5.
- Caught the Megabus (ONE DOLLAR) to New York City.
- Drove for almost 4 hours.
- Almost froze to death.
- Bought a sweatshirt and some summer dresses.
- Went to Junior's to eat an early dinner and get cheesecake.
- Saw Hair.
- Remembered why I'm studying theatre.
- Also rediscovered how poor I'm going to be.
- Went to an Irish pub because it was pouring rain outside.
- Caught the Megabus home.
- Went to bed.
take it from me
Posted by
Taylor
on Monday, June 1, 2009
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Tonight is very much like the night I read The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot to you until you drifted off to sleep.
I miss those nights. And that book...
I miss those nights. And that book...
