----The time is now. ----"Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart."


























 
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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.



























Blind Eyes Closed
 
Monday, December 01, 2003
Some songs never get less amazing  
The Actor
Alan Sufrin

Take careful notice
while you watch the actor take to the stage
He is bold, he is wise, has an image in his eyes
of the spotlight on his face
Some days just moreso than other days

Maybe G-d makes souls in pairs
Maybe there's one for the making and one for the taking of love

Now the actor's reciting these lines
Never hiding enough
Could it be that I'm a stranger here?

Now the crowd gives up a quaking roar
For the actor as he leads by the door
As he looks unto the eastern sky
He curses the moon in want of the hot spotlight

See, when once occured,
The other soul in his life
He told her that the moon dictated and G-d had faded for love.

And the moon at night was just like tonight above
He cried, "could it be that I'm an actor now?
Will I have to make do somehow?
Where the hell am I to find the lies for me to say when she's around?"

Now the key term in the scene before
Once occured, they don't speak anymore
When she turned her face away, a piece of the actor died that day

No one can turn his mind around
Not anyone - but the woman who claims that she can hold
on the heart of a man who wasn't gold
And somebody knew the actor say
that he dreads the night and hates the day
But the only thing the actor can do
Is raise his fist and shout at the moon,
"Is it clear that I'm the actor here?
Or am I sincere?
Am I up for changing my facade?
Or am I up for another night of tears?"

Take careful notice
For the actor could not see
what life would be without the one

The moon had told him she's the one
G-d makes souls in pairs my friend
G-d makes souls in pairs my friend
G-d makes souls in pairs

Can you see that I'm an actor now?


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