Invisible String

Time, curious time

Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs.

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think,

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me.

Time, mystical time

Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine.

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think,

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me.

A string that pulled me

Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar.

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire.

Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons.

One single thread of gold tied me to you.

Time, wondrous time

Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies.

And it's cool, baby, with me

And isn't it just so pretty to think,

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me.

Morning coffee with a Christmas Vibe

For the weekend.

Queen

I always wear my crown...

I have to...

I am a Queen.

That is Enough

So what's the point of looking for an answer then?"

We don't look for an answer, we accept, and then life becomes much more intense, much more brilliant, because we understand that each minute, each step that we take, has a meaning that goes far beyond us as individuals. We realize that somewhere in time and space this question does have an answer. We realize that there is a reason for us being here, and for us that is enough.

Pride and prejudice...

Aren't we all are... 

Both...

In so many ways.

...because all stories are meant to be told.

Joey Potter

I remember that day when I thought that love was sick

That day when I wore that red lipstick

Was also the day I believed that love is brave

When you told me that I look great.

Though I still want to climb that ladder up to your window

The way I run to my boat while you glance below

But I'm no longer that girl from the other side of the creek

Too tall and almost a geek

For I've learned and now I know better

Than the girl who dreamed that she's Joey Potter.

I remember that day when I started believing Dawson

But the real Pacey just came along

The day I believed that love is indeed strong

But you have to walk away if you don't belong.

So now I sing the old song

About the young I was

About the dream I once longed

About the tale of us.