Shadow Days, No More.

I'm a good man, with a good heart
Had a tough time, got a rough startBut I finally learned to let it goNow I'm right here, and I'm right nowAnd I'm open, knowing somehowThat my shadow days are overMy shadow days are over now.

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The excerpt was taken from Mayer's new track.

I'm genuinely excited for his album to arrive.

Like a kid unboxing his Christmas presents,

I'll diligently listen to each track,

And find the one I love and hate.

The way I see it,

People my age are now looking for singers,

Or bands,

That they can listen to their whole life.

I've found mine,

In the form of Mayer and Switchfoot.

Oh, and Story of The Year.

Jon.

I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.
Mike Tyson

A tale of two cities.

Reading my past few posts,

I have come to the sad and amusing conclusion,

That my posts bring forth a very melodramatic individual,

Which is hardly the truth,

It just happens to be,

That I use this as a place to express deeper thoughts,

Thoughts that some might find unacceptable,

Because we all live in this make believe utopia.

But honestly,

This just happens to be a place,

Which happens to be somewhere,

Where I can release,

Let go,

Be myself,

Have some alone time.

Having time to oneself is of the utmost importance.

Without appreciating and loving yourself,

You can't be expected to love others,

You can't be honest in speech and manner,

You can't be true to your friends,

You can't be who you could be.

This is an advantage introverts have,

They live in a world of physical silence,

Where they can hear their own thoughts.

Where they can reason out with themselves,

It's sad that sometimes the things we say,

And the things we want to say are separate,

This may be because of social conventions,

Or for fear of feelings,

But I believe,

When that when one has time to think,

In person,

Actions and thoughts will come into unison,

Solutions will be found,

Closure will be met,

And the lies you tell yourself will seem to be the truth.

Jon.

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
T. E. Lawrence

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.

About a year ago,
We left this place,
This place which held so many memories,
The place where our memoirs will describe,
Where the days were long,
And the seasons sped by.

Our acts of vandalism,
Were lost in the four seasons that swept by,
Winter in her icy cool and silent rage,
Spring where our hopes died,
Summer where we tried,
And autumn where we reminisced.

Can't remember,
What went wrong last September,
But I'm sure you'd remind me,
If you absolutely had to.

I sleep with this new girl,
I'm still getting used to,
My friends all approve of her,
Saying she's gonna be good for you,
They throw me high fives.

Don't get me wrong,
She's amazing,
Beautiful,
Smart,
Charismatic,
Lovely,
Exciting,
And she loves me.

But surely,
And surely I say,
She's no you.

Grey sweatpants,
No make-up,
So perfect.

But that's where it ends,
That beautiful soundtrack,
The vivid image of our youth,
Fading to black and ominous gray.

The sound of the hummingbird arouses me,
From this sweet distraction,
The aroma of fresh coffee wafts,
And I am reminded,
That as powerful mankind can be,
We are still bound by our clocks,
Ticking like bombs,
Closer and closer to the next moment in life,
Destroying all chance of a lost chance,

Memories may fade,
Sights and images will wither,
Songs and melodies lose their motif,
But emotions will remain eternal.

~ Jon. 23/4/2012

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
John Burroughs

Just, a thought. At 6 in the morning. Ah, honesty, We Meet Again.

Janice: Sweetie, you should not have to settle for just half my heart.

Chandler: I'll settle for half your heart! I'll settle for a quarter of your heart! I will settle for a little....a tiny...a ventricle.

Everybody's A Stranger, But I Guess That's The Danger In Going My Own Way.

It's interesting how the realities we live may not be that real after all.

I've been staying at home a lot recently,
He calls it camping,
She says it's being anti social and lonely,
They seem to think that I feel lonely,
When, I'm really quite content.

There are many seasons in one's life.
And sometimes I need a little alone time,
To think,
To reason,
And to study,
Believe it or not.

It's not that I'm a loner.
Au contraire,
I actually love human companionship,
Honest companionship that is.

But I've got good friends.
And I mean it.
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Been listening to plenty of Dashboard Confessionals recently.

Chris Carabba - Hands Down


My heart is yours to fill or burst
To break or bury
Or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer

The words are hushed
Let's not get busted
Just lay entwined here
Undiscovered

Safe in here from
All those stupid questions
"Hey did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb
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On a brighter note,

For the first time,

We,

The sem 1 futsal team felt good about how we played in the league.

The joy and euphoria of playing a great game,

That feeling of belief in yourself.

I hope you find that feeling for yourself.

Jon.

“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"” - John Clayton Mayer