Anyhoo, now that Sidereel has taken down pretty much every workable link to watch Game of Thrones, I spent all morning attempting to locate a new place to watch it, said activity resulted in success :) Now I'm going to spend the rest of the day watching GoT till I go to work.
…and as I lift up my head from that bathroom sink I sink into the mirror and scream:
“YOU DON’T KNOW ME!!!”
and Paul said it perfectly, “I am the worst of these”
but every now and then I swear I think I got that guy beat.
I used to be such a fan of abstract poetry!
But that quiet, clouded, kind of confusing painting
went from diluted grayscale to vibrant honesty pretty quickly,
and in fact, I’m a little sickly,
and in fact I’m a little scared sometimes that this is all in vain,
with a million of me running all over eternity it’s no wonder my hope has such a bad name!
But I know, no matter how large a hypocrite, or how small my faith,
WHEN YOU STARTED TO TALK ABOUT PERFECTION
THE WAY YOU TALKED ABOUT MY PAIN
You became the seed inside that gave root to change!
And I pray every day that there is power in prayer,
And I hope with all my heart that my heart will find you there,
And if you’re really bigger than my skepticism
Then how dare I compare the high I prescribe with the beauty you prepare?
