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Sunday, August 12, 2007

I love you
I've loved you all along
I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

Nickelback's Far Away has been playing in repeated loops on my itunes. it has given me a sense of nostalgia. a sense of deeper understanding. of what it means. and to think i didn't feel much of any sense of belonging to this song when pl n kf used to sing it all day long in the past.

things change. everything's changing. some for the best, some for worse and many beyond our grasp and comprehension. and as i stay longer on this track, i get more scared. i don't want to run a roundabout race. i want to run an endless race with boundless horizons. the twists and turns i don't mind crossing. but no, not a runabout race. i'm not about to run in circles.

i'm looking forward. a fast forward. to the many good things that are about to happen soon but not so soon. yet now i'm stuck. i'm tired. i'm actually feeling...i don't know, lonely?

i'm lying in the middle of this crossroad
and i see an oncoming truck.
i'm not moving,
i'm not moving.
until the very last moment
until the very last split second.

i'm lying in the middle of this old crossroad.
-cheryl
2:28 PM





Cheryl

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