<font face="Comic Sans MS"> ~*~ Conclusions ~*~

~~ Conclusions ~~

I guess I’m not so impressed when you act so depressed…. –C. ‘95

~*~ Love My Nowhere ~*~

Small talk is trivial It’s a waste of breath & loss of a point I stay quiet & wander Home in the streets & aches in my joints… Do you notice the tension Notice the neon signs in my eyes Can you try to imagine You cut the strings, the heart slowly dies… You’re a hero in silence Killing me with your eyes And I can be misery’s darling Waiting by the road side… It’s a bowl of reasons A trip through the longest night Lately I’ve been getting nowhere when I drive a million miles... I’m no stranger in high heels You made up your mind but can’t be too sure If this apparition is the untouchable dream or an endless nightmare I just stand there alone Kerouac & questions cuffed to my hands Small talk is trivial Home in the streets Will you be there?…. –C. ’95

~*~ IF ~*~

Why do I know all the words But why can’t I say a single one Well it seems to me that I’m on my knees But begging would be no way to you And if I was taken by a night of mistaken If the moon had eyes, they’d be blue… Why do I change my mind Then why do I seem so out of line Well it seems to me you won’t let me be I see double when I know it ain’t true And if I was taken by a night of mistaken If the moon had eyes they’d be blue -C. 5/95

~*~ Sinner's Heaven ~*~

I carry my hope in an empty glass Never look to the sky to change my seasons If there's anything left in me it's nothing I could use Noone ever gave me anything to save me... In a past long passed I was a doe-eyed girl I drowned in the tears that missed my shoulder While telling lies on vodka chased with misery Where am I now I come tumbling down.... I carry around this piece of a broken dream I keep it in my pocket to remind me of no arms or faithful hearts to shelter me Cos they'll never find me There's no light to guide me.... And there won't be no light in the window And there won't be no reception at the door And there ain't no such thing as sinner's heaven I know I'm too far gone...... -C.

the above photo is of Sylvia Plath ~*~ on the morning of 11th February 1963, Sylvia Plath ended her life...... she wrote in "The Bell Jar" ..."to the person in The Bell Jar, blank & stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream"...

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