stress… you’ve gotten the best of me these last few weeks. but i am by no means ready to fold. you have made me want to run away from everything and everyone but that would just be a cop out and really solves nothing. so once you are all sailed away and at bay, instead of running, i’m going to call it “taking a vaca”. visiting ashley and spending some alone time will be good for my mind and body…. a change of scenery aways does some good.

stress, you are a mother fucker!!! 

Bright Eyes - Ship In A Bottle

I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open,
That fixes all of life’s mistakes
I wanna be the house that you were raised in
The only place that you feel safe

I wanna be a shower in the morning
That wakes you up and makes you clean
I know I’m just the weather against your window
As you sleep through a winter’s dream

Someone’s churning the earth
Someone’s stirring the sky
Every color at once in a column of lights
Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide
The worm in my heart’s the apple of your eye

Don’t adore what is impossible
We have built this ship in a wine bottle
But if you knew how it worked,
We’d have to grow old

Someone’s eating at you, wakes you up in the night
If you’re digging the past, who knows what you’ll find
Read the newspaper print off the microfiche slide
And you’re holding your breath for the rest of your life

Don’t you love what is intangible
I have built this ship in a wine bottle
But if you knew who I was …
You would never grow old