.....i know my post yesterday was very bleak, and although i still feel very sad inside i happened to be listening to the following song by natasha bedingfield (sometimes i wish i could take credit)....anyway.....i came alive for a few moments, it was like someone was saying.....theres a new story coming......its funny i've felt for a long time that my life is like a bunch of loose pages that i just can't keep together....i see other people with the book of their 'life' neatly bound and in order...or at least covered enough so the pages aren't flying in the wind or getting ripped and torn.....so when i listened to this song so much of it kind of woke me up.....no one can write my story but me.....i've written so many analogies on my other blog......there was one about books and missing pages and one about chosing to write with a pencil.....seeing shabby eraser marks.....and permanment ink stains.......it's funny, i find myself at a loss for words alot but yet so much rumbles around in my head......stuff is in there......it's just unwritten.........
"Unwritten"
natasha bedingfield
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah
