Coldplay

I always thought the band was overrated.

.... Never thought I would, but I have. I have fallen in love with Coldplay.

"Speed of Sound" . . . beautiful in its simplicity - I have a deep affection for it. Stimulates the creative and colorful parts of my mind that no one understands. I can only describe them but "if you could see them you would understand."

Strong Medicine

"The soul is healed by being with children”

-Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Passion

"Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance and you find out you still care for that person."

Fire that burns too brightly, too soon, too intensely - quickly burns away and dies; leaving nothing but charred waste behind. I find that I would rather have a slow burning, steady fire that will last for years and years.

To those who settle for less than mediocre banality for the sake of avoiding loneliness. That's not passion for love. That's being passionately afraid - also known as sad, often pathetic.

Passion and lust often go hand in hand - that so called "love" usually mingles in dark corners, ebbing away as the orgasm subsides. A foamy waste.

But true love - now that's a flame that burns in my heart day in and day out. THAT is my passion.

Don't Go.

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."

-Anais Nin

Raindrops

I never remembered the last kiss ... because I never thought it'd be the last one.

ideas

Where do they come from? Where do they go? Sometimes my life seems like one massive idea mobbing through a nebulous cloud of possibilities.

I let them get away from me, especially the really beautiful ones - feeling as if I hold on to them, I'll taint them. I like to think that they find their way to a meaningful destiny; like an ordinary, red, bouncy ball that gets away and find its way through a dirty gutter, to the hands of a child and sets their eyes a glow. She treasures it, cuddles it, uses it in the most creative ways. Where as I would let it stagnate and morph within the procrastinating pit of my mind. Until it becomes nothing and I become a dissapointment.

The Story