Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.

Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

Black

and Blue

And who knows which is which and who is who

Love is real,
Real is love
Love is feeling,
Feeling love
Love is wanting
To be loved

Love is touch,
Touch is love
Love is reaching,
Reaching love
Love is asking
To be loved.

Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be

Love is free,
Free is love
Love is living,
Living love
Love is needing
To be loved

Why do all good things come to an end???

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می توان با زيرکی تحقير کرد

هر معمای شگفتی را

می توان تنها به حل جدولی پرداخت

می توان تنها به کشف پاسخی بيهوده دل خوش ساخت

پاسخی بيهوده آری پنج يا شش حرف

می توان چون صفر در تفريق و جمع و ضرب

حاصلی پيوسته يکسان داشت

می توان چون آب در گودال خود خشکيد

می توان زيبايی يک لحظه را با شرم

مثل يک عکس سياه مضحک فوری

در ته صندوق مخفی کرد

می توان در قاب خالی مانده ی يک روز

نقش يک محکوم يا مصلوب يا مغلوب را آويخت

می توان با صورتک ها رخنه ی ديوار را پوشاند

می توان با نقش های پوچتر آميخت

می توان همچون عروسک های کوکی بود

با دو چشم شيشه ای دنيای خود را ديد

می توان در جعبه ی ماهوت

با تنی انباشته از کاه

سال ها در لابلای تور و پولک خفت

میتوان با هر فشار هرزه ی دستی

بی سبب فرياد کرد و گفت

آه من بسيار خوشبختم

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
-Goethe

If I could be an object, I would be a broken vase...

Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.

I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.

Love is reckless; not reason

-Rumi

Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love give love?
Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance

This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under Pressure
Under Pressure
Pressure

And in my dreams I've kissed your lips, a thousand times...

I'm in a New York state of mind...

Tita could not go to sleep that night, she could not find words for what she was feeling. How unfortunate that black holes in space had not been discovered , for then she might have understood the black hole in the center of her chest , infinite coldness flowing through it...

-From "Like water for chocolate"

When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire...

You know how when you obsess with a song , you just hit replay and listen to it over and over again until that song is the only thing in your head?I wish you could do that with some days, like yesterday. Just hit replay over and over again.

The days get shorter and the nights get cold.

I like the autumn but this place is getting old.

Time is contagious

everybody's getting old

Is this it?

Park that car

Drop that phone

Sleep on the floor

Dream about me

Assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups.