Monday, February 1, 2010


I am feeling this horrible sense of anxiety. I feel as if I'm jumping out of my skin as I sit in this room. I think I want so badly to start DOING something & stop talking about it. But all of these somethings require money. Money to move, money to go to school, money to live somewhere, money to feed myself, money money money. It's so sad that this is the only obstacle stopping me from jumping in my car & driving across the country. I wish I weren't such a worrier. I always have been, though. I'm going to make these changes happen sooner than I was planning on. I've delayed myself enough with worries & insecurities & anxieties. I'm ready to take on a little risk.

Walk in the Park

You go for a walk in the park 'cause you don't need anything
Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn't do anything
The face that you see in the door isn't standing there anymore

In a matter of time, it would slip from my mind
In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind
In a matter of time

The face that you saw in the door isn't looking at you anymore
The name that you call in its place isn't waiting for your embrace
The world that you love to behold cannot hold you anymore

In a matter of time it, would slip from my mind
In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind
In a matter of time

More, you want more
More, you want more
More, you want more, you tell me
More, only time can run me
More, you want more, you tell me
More, only time can run me
More, you want more you tell me
More, only time can run me
More, you want more, you tell me
More, only time can run me
More, you want more, you tell me
More, only time can run me
More, you want more, you tell me


park that car

drop that phone
sleep on the floor
dream about me.

Sunday, January 31, 2010


Clementine: Joely? What if you stay this time?
Joel: I walked out the door. There's no memory left.
Clementine: Come back and make up a goodbye at least, let's pretend we had one... Goodbye, Joel.
Joel: ...I love you...
Clementine: ...Meet me in Montauk...

today I am upset.

Thursday, January 28, 2010



I have always wanted to write songs, to share something beautiful with others. I think I will begin this endeavor for real this time, not just talk about it like an unattainable dream. So I am saving up for an autoharp & writing down things that could possibly be made into something lovely & maybe one day I can play them for you.