"Who Can I Run To" - Xscape
I'm pressed for time, but want to stay committed to you dear Blog. So, I'll add a little something to this a little later. I can rush through a lot of things in life, but not this. While others sleep and the quiet of this hectic day settles in, I'll come back to you and fill this page with more than just a song.
10 hours later...just before midnight. Hello again. I had an 80's flashback a week ago and now it's all about the 90's. Either way I'm reminiscing about the past. I guess now it's time to unwind. So, here's my story with this song.
Back in the day, this used to be on repeat. I'd just sit on my bed because I had no cell phone (not even a pager!), no car, no license, and really nowhere to go. All I had were a few cds, a pen and paper. And all I'd do was doodle. I'd write little quotes like, "Love, peace, and happiness" and "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst." I'd start letters to someone and never finish them and sign my name with their last name, play the game MASH, and draw my infamous daisy/flower. I'd do this for hours, contemplating about what I wanted in life...in someone. I remember making a list of things I'd want in a perfect man and here are some things I thought were an absolute must:
1) Doesn't drink
2) Doesn't smoke or do drugs
3) Loves to dance
4) Family-oriented
5) Handsome
6) Attentive
7) Caring
8) Romantic
9) Humorous
10)Open-minded
The list went on and on, but for the sake of being labeled as judgmental I'll leave the rest out. Most of what's on this list is still the same, except I'd probably change the order around. Obviously, the first 3 are technically negotiable but it's funny how at such a young age that'd be my priority and how being handsome beat out being open-minded by half! Ay, the rants of a teenage girl.
With such free time and the urge to write, I completed 4 journals.
The first was a baby-blue diary with a panda on it, but unfortunately I pretty much destroyed it. I let my best friend read the whole thing as I read hers. Turns out, I had a lot more dirty little secrets! It was mortifying! So, I had an "eye-opener" in the 7th grade and tore out pages that were mean to others in hopes to have a fresh new start of being a better, friendlier person. I should've kept the pages!
The second was an official diary complete with a lock and key. I gave it to a long-distance relationship that never actually turned into a relationship. I'm certain he probably threw it away, but the whole thing was pretty much about him so I felt it only natural to give it to him. Stupid move too because I wish I could read it now.
The third was a journal my sister bought, but never really used. This was the first time I wrote openly and honestly about pretty much anything. This is the one I wish I could've hung onto by far. The last I saw it was in Boston, MA. with a certain someone and a memory box of stuff that I wouldn't be surprised is hiding somewhere in a stranger's attic. It's better to think that these carefully written pages are stored in a far away place vs. being destroyed in a heartless flood.
And lastly, the fourth was from the last 4 plus years...Maybe someone will read this soon, but after they're done it'll definitely stay with me. Where they all should be. I guess in this case, the 4th time is the charm.
I'll work on another one soon, but until then this blog'll do just fine.
Lyrics:
As I stand here contemplating,
On the right thing to decide.
Will I take the wrong direction,
All my life, where will I go,
What lies ahead of me?
I have strong determination,
And I'm not afraid of change.
I have yet to find that someone,
Who would care to satisfy me,
To stay right by me.
Who can I run to,
To share this empty space?
Who can I run to,
When I need love?
Who can I run to,
To fill this empty space with laughter?
Who can I run to,
When I need love?
And my mind is so confusing,
Who would be that special one?
Everyday I'm trying to find you,
All along, I've got to know,
Is there a place for me?
I know love has many meanings,
And a message very clear.
All it takes is time and patience,
To bring you near,
But look at me, tell me
Who can I run to,
To share this empty space?
Who can I run to,
When I need love?
Who can I run to,
To fill this empty space with laughter?
Who can I run to,
When I need love?
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/xscape/whocanirunto.html
http://straightfromtheea.com
I'm pressed for time, but want to stay committed to you dear Blog. So, I'll add a little something to this a little later. I can rush through a lot of things in life, but not this. While others sleep and the quiet of this hectic day settles in, I'll come back to you and fill this page with more than just a song.
10 hours later...just before midnight. Hello again. I had an 80's flashback a week ago and now it's all about the 90's. Either way I'm reminiscing about the past. I guess now it's time to unwind. So, here's my story with this song.
Back in the day, this used to be on repeat. I'd just sit on my bed because I had no cell phone (not even a pager!), no car, no license, and really nowhere to go. All I had were a few cds, a pen and paper. And all I'd do was doodle. I'd write little quotes like, "Love, peace, and happiness" and "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst." I'd start letters to someone and never finish them and sign my name with their last name, play the game MASH, and draw my infamous daisy/flower. I'd do this for hours, contemplating about what I wanted in life...in someone. I remember making a list of things I'd want in a perfect man and here are some things I thought were an absolute must:
1) Doesn't drink
2) Doesn't smoke or do drugs
3) Loves to dance
4) Family-oriented
5) Handsome
6) Attentive
7) Caring
8) Romantic
9) Humorous
10)Open-minded
The list went on and on, but for the sake of being labeled as judgmental I'll leave the rest out. Most of what's on this list is still the same, except I'd probably change the order around. Obviously, the first 3 are technically negotiable but it's funny how at such a young age that'd be my priority and how being handsome beat out being open-minded by half! Ay, the rants of a teenage girl.
With such free time and the urge to write, I completed 4 journals.
The first was a baby-blue diary with a panda on it, but unfortunately I pretty much destroyed it. I let my best friend read the whole thing as I read hers. Turns out, I had a lot more dirty little secrets! It was mortifying! So, I had an "eye-opener" in the 7th grade and tore out pages that were mean to others in hopes to have a fresh new start of being a better, friendlier person. I should've kept the pages!
The second was an official diary complete with a lock and key. I gave it to a long-distance relationship that never actually turned into a relationship. I'm certain he probably threw it away, but the whole thing was pretty much about him so I felt it only natural to give it to him. Stupid move too because I wish I could read it now.
The third was a journal my sister bought, but never really used. This was the first time I wrote openly and honestly about pretty much anything. This is the one I wish I could've hung onto by far. The last I saw it was in Boston, MA. with a certain someone and a memory box of stuff that I wouldn't be surprised is hiding somewhere in a stranger's attic. It's better to think that these carefully written pages are stored in a far away place vs. being destroyed in a heartless flood.
And lastly, the fourth was from the last 4 plus years...Maybe someone will read this soon, but after they're done it'll definitely stay with me. Where they all should be. I guess in this case, the 4th time is the charm.
I'll work on another one soon, but until then this blog'll do just fine.
Lyrics:
As I stand here contemplating,On the right thing to decide.
Will I take the wrong direction,
All my life, where will I go,
What lies ahead of me?
I have strong determination,
And I'm not afraid of change.
I have yet to find that someone,
Who would care to satisfy me,
To stay right by me.
Who can I run to,
To share this empty space?
Who can I run to,
When I need love?
Who can I run to,
To fill this empty space with laughter?
Who can I run to,
When I need love?
And my mind is so confusing,
Who would be that special one?
Everyday I'm trying to find you,
All along, I've got to know,
Is there a place for me?
I know love has many meanings,
And a message very clear.
All it takes is time and patience,
To bring you near,
But look at me, tell me
Who can I run to,
To share this empty space?
Who can I run to,
When I need love?
Who can I run to,
To fill this empty space with laughter?
Who can I run to,
When I need love?
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/xscape/whocanirunto.html
http://straightfromtheea.com
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