...Just so you have an accurate image in your head: my backpack won't fit in the overhead, even if I managed to find one that wasn't zip-tied, taped, or screwed shut, so it's on the floor in front of my seat. My left foot is on it (putting my knee at chest level), while my right foot is technically in the aisle.
...My food bag is between my knees, and my hoodie and pillow are on top, in what's left of my lap. The man next to me is moderately hygiene-challenged, and is going all the way to Memphis and beyond. My only hope is that we lose more people than we gain between now and then.
I'm getting used to the sound of me All tripped up and fumbling Picking words from that lovely stream Of all the things that you mean to me Cause it hurts Oh it hurts to like you so much
How to thank the earth for you The eyes the smile the wisdom too You're all good things thrown into one You put the flowers on my tongue that say Yes I love you this way
And there's so much that I should tell you And there's so much that you should see So many "Keep out: heart bound" places You belong in me
I'm getting used to the sound of you Volleying back this feeling too Tasting all the things I wished Waiting in that lovely kiss with you Where there's no hiding the truth
And how you treat me like a queen Like when I said my eyes were swampy green And I saw you smile and I heard you say "If your eyes are swamps, they're the Everglades" And that you love them that way.
Sometimes it's hard for me to tell you What is harder still to hide And so I hold tight stay trite and never let my heart decide
But despite my fear I've got no way of stoppin' The sound of you from breaking through The static in my mind And I just won't hear Another word of caution I know it's dangerous To love like us But I feel safe enough in the sound of you
I remember how it used to feel To try to make indifference real To weed out love so skillfully That you would never get to see The flag that you were sticking in my heart those days
I knew gravity would get to me And I'd be yours eventually But never dreamed it could be so sweet Watching you just talk to me At night, when the city lights were burning outside
Sometimes it's hard for me tell you But I'll tell you Cause I know you sympathize When I hold tight, stay trite, and just can't let my heart decide
Regardless of my feelings on people trying to collect money from my friends by way of MY CELL PHONE, I don't think that gay men should work in the collections field. They don't sound tough or intimidating, they just sound pissy. And really, who wants to call back a pissy gay man?
I think I'm going to petition the check cashing place to bring back that Valerie girl. At least I didn't mind taking her messages. Of course, I already told them that the person they're calling for is my roommate, and if he doesn't answer the house phone, he's probably not home, so calling MY CELL PHONE isn't going to get them anywhere. Stupid fuckers. Bah.
I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe we can choose our paths That we can walk them, me and you So keep those candles burning Make her journey bright and pure That she'll keep returning Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
