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[30 Dec 2006|01:09am] |
I can't re-iterate how beautiful I think that song is. On any night those lyrics sound delicate and beautiful, when you're really in the mood they seem epic.
Oh, how I wish those eyes were eyes I could see. Sometimes I wonder if they exist. Do I have eyes to see....does anybody posess them. And if they do, will they look upon me with that love? Will I ever see those eyes...........
I don't know. Maybe i'll never know.
You see, a woman's eyes are a special thing. When you look into them and know you're loved by them, they become stars, gemstones, pearls. I may never experience that. At least, not again.
I can merely look into the air and wonder. I know some may love me, may think i'm funny, silly, sexy, stupid, cool, surreal, but until I see my adored in the moonlight and share a kiss and a romantic stare, i'll never really be that happy.
I need someone to idolise me as much as I do them.
And that day may never come. 'till then, i've got Snow Patrol, and Midnight walks.
Work was okay, really. Not bad, not great. Mads and me had no trouble getting through, and were out by ten twenty. I met Stuart later, and we decamped to the New Inn to catch up. Got an odd call. To look out for someone, I didn't know them. I had no idea, and still I do not. We went back to gassing away. Good night, great conversation.
Tomorrow, more silly work. Then New Year's Eve. God, living or otherwise. Please know i've been good, send me a love. I promise i'll make her laugh and treat her good. It's all I got, but it's not bad when you think about it.
Night, slags.
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[30 Dec 2006|04:20pm] |
Oh, man, is this ever sweet. It's been a fully knackering day so far, we've had prep left right and centere, we had thirty one more through the doors, and more tonight. The big one is tomorrow. But, I have a fucking massive telly.
I've just set it up, after Andy and I got it over here. Sometimes, material things do make everything better.
Yes, today's not bad at all.
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