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how long till my soul gets it right can any human being ever reach that kind of light i call on the resting soul of galileo king of night vision, king of insight i think the indigo girls were on to something when they wrote this. ================ i didn't get any sleep last night. well maybe two hours of restless tossing and turning. =================== i was rummaging through my wallet and i realized that i had hand-written lyrics of the song "someone to watch over me" given to me by one of my closest buddies in college. she wrote these words at the bottom: alam ko pangit sulat ko, pero wag ha. dapat pag 50 na tayo, living our munting pangarap, mapakita mo pa rin 'to sa 'kin. mahal kita, arah" i had to laugh at the "munting pangarap" (little dream) bit. see, in college there were three of us who was real tight back then and i guess, even now. we were little bitches-in-the-making and we scared alot of the applicants to our org. anyway, we made this pact that if we ever find ourselves in our 50's and we're not married, that we would buy an old house somewhere and live together. we thought it would work out great because one of us was bound to be an alcoholic (that would be arah) because it was her personal goal to raise her alcohol tolerance to the grandest heights (something like downing a whole case of beer but still being able to stand without puking), and rach was bound to have lung cancer (knock on wood!) because arah and i would always try to quit and make promises to quit smoking and she'd be like "bakit? ang sarap-sarap magyosi e." we had to agree, of course. and i, they agreed, would be the lunatic.... with leaves in my hair while talking and singing to myself because.... well? i seem to have forgotten why i was the designated loony. (mental note: text either one for answers.) anyway, arah has quit smoking. rach doesn't drink too much (and she's happily married).... and i? i think i'm still the designated loony. *LOL* those were wonderful, wonderful days. sometimes we'd have dinner and laugh (and maybe cry) about those times. i miss them alot. i miss what we were and what we had. though i welcome the changes we have all gone through but we have lost so much along the way. but i'm glad that there are a few things that haven't changed. like how much we love each other. like something fierce. ==================== i also found a poem in my wallet, written by a friend. my favorite line: "i may find peace in the emptiness." -w.h. ---------------------------------------- Neil Young Hello cowgirl in the sand Is this place at your command Can I stay here for a while Can I see your sweet sweet smile Old enough now to change your name When so many love you is it the same? It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game. Hello ruby in the dust Has your band begun to rust After all the sin we've had I was hopin' that we'd turn back Old enough now to change your name When so many love you is it the same It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game. Hello woman of my dreams This is not the way it seems Purple words on a grey background To be a woman and to be turned down Old enough now to change your name When so many love you is it the same It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game. it took someone so far away to remind me that this song exists and even as a child i had loved it without understanding it. i don't think i've played any other song on my PC for the past couple of days. the words just say so much to me. *sigh* +) |
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quixotic.