Perfection

In the autumn on the ground, between the traffic and the ordinary sounds
I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through
I watch as lovers pass me by
Walking stories - whos and hows and whys
Musing lazily on love
Pondering you
I'll give it time, give it space and be still for a spell
When it's time to walk that way we wanna walk it well

I'll be waiting for you baby
I'll be holding back the darkest night
Love is waiting 'til we're ready, 'til it's right
Love is waiting

It's my caution not the cold
There's no other hand that I would rather hold
The climate changes, I'm singing for strangers about you
Don't keep time, slow the pace
Honey hold on if you can
The bets are getting surer now that you're my man

I could write a million songs about the way you say my name
I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again
And like I can't force the sun to rise or hasten summer's start,
Neither should I rush my way into your heart

 

Love is waiting

by Brooke Fraser



Amen.

The things that don't matter.

1.  I like to listen to Death Cab for Cutie & work on my homework on the floor.  Desks are over-rated.
2. I hate Kraft sliced cheese unless it's melted.
3. I should be doing my homework right now.(notice how it doesn't matter?)
4. I wish I was more indie.
5. I almost never brush my hair.
6. I feel like I'll be more likely to crash listening to 106.1 so I listen to 106.9.
7. I drink Earl Grey Tea every morning.
8. I don't want kids til I'm 30 or so.
9. I failed my math test today.
10. I don't like texting.
11. There was this one person & well, he used to matter, but he doesn't anymore. 

Shrek

I should be cleaning my room, but I'm not.  I'm facebook stalking people & watching Shrek.
Today was a dissapointing day, simply because I let my happiness ride on someone else's decision, or lack thereof.  I'm in a "funk" and having a lot of difficulty getting out of it.  I'm much better than I was a month ago, so that's something to be thankful for. 
This is just difficult & I can't explain why it is; it just is.

Dear Love

Dear Love,
I don't care what you say, we're getting a trampoline.  I promise to be super careful & buy a net, if you promise to jump on it with me even when you're exhausted from working.  The only thing is, we'll have to save for a while.  An elementary school teacher's salary is pretty low but, money doesn't really matter.  "Don't you worry, there my Honey.  We might not have any money, but we've got our love to pay the bills."  I'll also blast Indie female artists like Ingrid Michaelson A LOT!  Oh, & I'll probably be a bed hog.  But, I love you & you'll love me.  So it'll all be okay.
Sincerely,
Casey Daniels.

Disclaimer:  I don't have a "love" right now, but one day, I will.  He'll be awesome & godly & strive to love people in the same way that Jesus did.  He's TOTALLY worth missing out on high school relationships now. 

Shane Mackinnon

Thanks for the egg rolls today.  Oh, & thanks for the song.  It was superrr sweet.  At least when I die, I'll know you thought the world of me at one time.  You're awesome, seriously.  I'm excited to see our friendship grow without me hating your guts for moving on.
By the way, if your relationship doesn't last til Spring, I'll gladly be your prom date seeing as Tolo failed on my part and homecoming on yours.

1 month +

Today, I curled up in a ball and cried my eyes out.  I'm not ready for my Grandpa to be referred to as "the dead man."  I'm not ready to wear his sweatshirt.  I'm not ready to tell myself that my grandma's a widow at 58.  I'm not ready to look at pictures and watch home videos.  I'm not ready to think of all the memories, although, my mind thinks I am.  I'm not ready to move on.  I'm in this strange state.  Thursday's might as well be referred to as the "emotional" day.  I'm pretty sure I've cried every one since August 26. 
I guess the truth is, I brought the tears on myself.  I was there every step of my grandpa's death.  I was there when he hit the hundred pound mark.  I was there when he stopped eating.  I was there when he slipped into a coma.  I was there when his heart stopped beating & his lungs stopped breathing.  I was there for it all.  Seeing death as a 16 year old is difficult.  Maybe that's why it's so emotional.  Maybe I'm just a weakling. 
Everyday, I think of another memory.  I think I've used up all the good ones & now, only the bad ones come back.  Two days ago, I realized I'm a selfish person & cried my eyes out then too.  I had the opportunity to spend more time with him & I chose someone else.  He layed on his deathbed & I felt like it was such a task to rub his feet.  That was all he wanted. 
I'm learning from my mistakes & cherishing the time I have with everyone I know.  I hope you do the same.
P.S.  He bought me an acoustic guitar.  I'm learning to play because he would have liked that.  Finally.

Dear Love,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=io6i210yJzA
Dear Love,
You're worth waiting for.  I refuse to give up what I want for what I want now.  High schol relationships are silly anyway.  Feel free to show up & ask me out on a date in 363 days.  Not to rush you, though.  I'll just be here, in my favorite place.  Waiting.
Sincerely,
Casey
P.S. We're going to be GREAT together.