We're low on the water, and when the tide comes in the sea seems high enough to overflow, and the water is moving quickly. I'm thinking of you, I often am, as if thoughts of you are woven into the fabric of everything else.
Close your eyes, close your eyes
Breathe the air, out there
We are free, we can be
Wide open
For you opened my eyes
To the beauty I see
We we will pray,
We we will stay
Wide open
Don't analyse
Don't analyse
Don't go that way
Don't lead that way
That would paralyse your evolution
- Analyse, Cranberries
Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
Whom to Know
- Elindomiel
- I'm a university student who likes languages, literature, and having friends from all over the world.
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- Rosetta Stone
- Thinking of You
- Neda
- Tales from Florida
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- Back to Work
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- Failed Star
- Update on My New Floridian Life
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