Tomorrow will be waiting for me when I wake up
Tomorrow, the brilliant morning will fall upon pale lips
Slowly sip the morning
Shadows pealing back in reverence
Tomorrow brings the dawn
Sweet dawn of a new day

Yesterday is dead and burried
Yesterday, the fearful tears fell on these pale lips
Pour out all our malice
Until the sound of silence covers
Yesterday burned to ashes
Sweet dawn of a new day

But for today, I cannot worry. . .

"If I remember correctly, you should've given up by now" - The Fourth Cross Project

Well, it's been quite a while since I dug up some of my old Forth Cross lyrics
(which is the band that I was writing songs for, but never got off the ground)
and posted them. I found this one to be very calming, as it was ment to be
played solely on acoustic guitar.

I'm so excited about seeing Megan again this weekend. I've been terribly lonely the past few weeks and although her last trip up here was good, I'm hoping to spend as much time as possible with her this weekend. The orignal plan was to go to Jacksonville, but Frances pretty much said "No." with authority.

Sometimes, I wonder what it is about me that she's so attracted to. I mean, I'm certainly not the most attractive guy in the world and my personality needs some work. Fortuately, God's working on that last part and looks don't tend to matter too much. ^^ I know she's probably going to get on to me about posting 'negative' stuff in here because I get on to her when she does the same thing, but hey. I do worry about stuff like this. I just want to make her as happy as she can be. I love the fact that she shares her problems, fears, and joys with me. I even love the little look on her face when I can't decide what or where to eat.

In the words of someone, "Generally, I like it." All of it.

It's amazing to think that some guys (and girls) see getting "overly emotional" about their sigifigant other as a weakness. They take the whole 'machismo' thing way too seriously. I mean, if I'm going to love someone, why not love them for everything they are? Hiding feelings only leads to a cheap sence of "love" and ends up hurting. I'm almost convinced that the "Love hurts" expression comes from lust rather than true love. Don't get me wrong though, love can still suck sometimes, but love that rings true will always emerge stronger than it was before . . . and when it comes to how I feel now, let's just say that although I miss her, I know that the time we'll spend together will be sweeter than it was when we saw each other during the summer.

I'll hold you tomarrow night. Sleep well until then.