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Alex' Confession

Created on 2002-04-27 14:51:43 (#541880), last updated 2009-10-17

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Name:κυριε έλεισοv
Birthdate:12-18
Location:Canada
Website:AcousticByNight
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Bowl Of Oranges

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreaming, so I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been

So I dressed myself and left then, out into the grey streets
But everything seemed different and completely new to me
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet

I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health
I said "There is nothing I can do for you, you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.

He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you, Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself, it is best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing or simple song of hope

That is why I'm singing, "Baby, don't worry 'cause now I got your back
And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company through those days so long and black

And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall
Then I think we would see the beauty, then we would stand staring in awe

At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
Like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
-Bright Eyes



October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale.

Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content."

-GK Chesterton, The Man who was October- The Library of Dreams
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