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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Jazz, Coffee and Hope

Theres somethin about the soothin sounds of jazz, 
makes me want to open up a midnight coffee shop, 
makes me want to stand up and sing about hope to the world,

Theres somethin about the soothin sounds of jazz,
makes me want to let my hips sway and dance away 
makes me want to let my fears loose and my voice out

Theres somethin about the soothin sounds of jazz. . . 

darlin you cant go on hiding from the world


i want to dance with you, is that too hard? 
to spend a night back in your arms?  
 want to sing to you my favorite song 
and smile again as you sing along.  
I want to laugh with you in the dark as we run away from being adults.  

I want to let my fears go and hope for love, 
but it seems now that i'll always be alone
or will we just continue waiting for a better chance?


with a smile you can take my breath
 and i feel like a child again
always learning, playing, loving and so very full of love, hope, joy--



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