Um...
Monday, May 02, 2005
Kat,
You have buried your feelings because they make others uncomfortable. Your anger is inconvenient, yet it is lurking just beneath the surface of consciousness. It's like a radio station that can't be tuned in clearly enough to hear the words, but you know that something important is being said. And it seems like the voices are talking directly to you. Don't worry about the exact words, for they don't really matter. It's time to let your intuition take over and lead your negativity to the surface.
Yeah, my anger's lurking near the surface... So what? I'm just glad I"m not feeling so damned apathetic anymore.
"Depression is just anger without the enthusiasm." And, baby, I'm feeling ENTHUSIASTIC NOW!!
Damned straight!
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Meow!
,
Extraordiaire.
Kat,
You have buried your feelings because they make others uncomfortable. Your anger is inconvenient, yet it is lurking just beneath the surface of consciousness. It's like a radio station that can't be tuned in clearly enough to hear the words, but you know that something important is being said. And it seems like the voices are talking directly to you. Don't worry about the exact words, for they don't really matter. It's time to let your intuition take over and lead your negativity to the surface.
Yeah, my anger's lurking near the surface... So what? I'm just glad I"m not feeling so damned apathetic anymore.
"Depression is just anger without the enthusiasm." And, baby, I'm feeling ENTHUSIASTIC NOW!!
Damned straight!
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Meow!
,
Extraordiaire.