If you feel a little down in the dumps force yourself to laugh even if you don’t feel like you should. You then laugh at yourself laughing and it gets lots of good, happy chemicals pumping round your brain which makes you feel a little better :)
March 2012
- Talking about your problems
- Seeing friends
- Taking long walks and excercise
- Internet addiction
- Record collection attachment
- Alcohol
Waiting for a train, going nowhere
In a nowhere station
Staying up last night
Going nowhere, with my trains of thought
Sleeping with your boy, going nowhere
In a long distance relation
Blinded of your senses
By the fear of unrequited love
And once more I woke up
In the moonlight
And once more our paths crossed
Through the night,
And a moments hesitation
Your silent invocation
But you shielded me from your glow
Like a moth against your window
And I’m too shy to stop you in your tracks
Oh and you leave me in the dark
Drifting in my boat, going nowhere
With my aspirations
You and me connected, unexpected
In our drifting box
But you still see him
And I am sinking
In the storm of separation
Blinded of my senses
By the fear of unrequited love
And once more I woke up
In the moonlight,
And twice more our paths crossed
Through the night
And a moments hesitation
Your silent invocation
But you shielded me from your glow
Like a moth against your window
And I’m too shy to stop you in your tracks
Oh and you leave me in the dark again
And I need someone to stop me from drifting
Its getting late to be travelling
Destined to go nowhere by the fear of unrequited love
I’m here in your heart, I was here from the start.” —Box of Stones - Benjamin Francis Leftwich
Take me to the docks, there’s a ship without a name
It is sailing to the middle of the sea
The water there is deeper than anything you’ve ever seen
Jump right in and swim until you freeze
I will remember your face
‘Cause I am still in love with that place
But when the stars are the only things we share
Will you be there?
Money came like rain to your hands while you were waiting
For that cold long promsie to appear
People in the churches started singing above their hands
They say “My God is a good God and he cares”
I will remember your face
‘Cause I am still in love with that place
When the stars are the only things we share
Will you be there?
I’ve got a plan
I’ve got an atlas in my hands
I’m gonna turn when I listen to the lessons that I’ve learned