I am here to tell you we can never meet again Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell The someone you once loved so long ago so well

Never wonder what I feel as living shuffles by You don't have to ask me and I need not reply Every moment of my life from now until I die I will think or dream of you and fail to understand How a perfect love can be confound and out of hand

Is it written in the stars Are we paying for some crime Is that all that we are good for Just a stretch of mortal time Is this God's experiment In which we have no say In which we're given paradise But only for a day

Nothing can be altered, or there is nothing to decide No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide

You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learn What it is to be in love and have that love returned

-- Written in the Stars (Aida)

they aired The Two Towers trailer today after Survivor: Thailand... swoon

i think i've lost of muse... just when i was commenting confidently to someone the other day that i thought i had finally found my written voice for this blog...

i thought i finally knew where i was heading and more importantly how i was heading there... but, the past 2 or 3 entries have seem so bland.. i am so tempted to delete them.

perhaps it's because i've been wondering. how personal, how really personal am i going to be willing to allow this blog to be? i think some steps of 'progress' have been taken since i started blogging roughly 7mths ago and for a while things sailed nicely by...

but now... i'm starting to wonder again.. more? less? start a flip-side to this blog in secret? flip-side what flip-side? dare i explain that? sometimes i'm not all happy and fluff and sunshine you know... though i may seem that most of the time...

i think there's a need in everyone to express oneself. to bear one's soul, to just let it go... but, and there's always a but... the more you expose, the more there is to be hurt, scorned, be frowned upon...

for example, what if i said i am fascinated with vampires... how many eyebrows will be raised? how many impressions of me will be sifted? everything has its place in the sun, velleicht this is not the place...