How I'm feeling today

I listened to this album a lot while thinking about Linny and now again this week...

I know it was naive but I was hoping that this year would be easier in a way. I tried making a little pact. That I would try even harder to be the person I know I should, and can be, if I could get a break from some of the tougher things in life.

It's not that I have it tough. I'm not deluded into thinking that life has been a massive struggle here in suburbia... in fact I'm very grateful for all the blessings I've been given.

I guess I just miss people.

Some have slipped, or are slipping, so slowly and painfully out of my life. And last saturday my cousin Dan left so suddenly it feels as if it knocked the breath out of our whole family.

I think I would like 2009 to be the year I learn to lessen regret.

Because yes, I have some new ones this week for which time has run out to try and fix. 

I know I must let go of it and I will. But I'd rather try and keep my pact I made, even if the hurt keeps coming. 

Life is always going to bring death no matter how many promises you make, but regret can be lessened by being that person we should all keep trying to be.

Vibrations in the Air - Josh Pyke

Thinking 'bout the times I

know I should have taken

photographs

Something to rely on,

sharper than a memory.

'Cause chemistry dictates them,

they're not coloured by emotion,

They're coloured by the shades

of how things used to be.

And nothing breaks the

heart much more than

looking at old photographs

When you can taste the moment,

and worse still, if it's passed

They're gone now to the future,

but you still can't deny them,

like a song that's sung.

Regret, is like a filter,

that colours all your endeavours

And once put on becomes a feature

of your current works

WHAT I FEAR,

is that all fo these things I hold dear,

never become more than

vibrations in air.

Vibrations in air

Voices in the air,

they echo in my head like radios,

scratchy frequencies and

static in between words

They're all on the wind now,

but I bet I never told you,

I missed you when you were gone

Regret, is like a filter,

that colours all your endeavours

And once put on becomes a feature

of your current works

You gotta change your focus,

turn your eye to something else

'Cause once put on becomes

a feature of your current works

What I fear

is that all of these things I hold dear

never become more than

vibrations in air.

We miss you Dan,,,

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