Don't Wait.

Heyloo pallios!

You might recognise that the title of this post is the name of a Dashboard Confessional song, it came on as i clicked new post so, why the bloody hell not?

Besides it's a great song, listen to it.:)

NOW, I'll wait...

Are we sitting comfortably? Good, then we can begin.

What to talk about...

Do you ever wander how long it takes to change a life? Be it, yours or someone Else's. Because this is a question I've pondered quite alot over the years, Well actually just this year but still. Or have you ever maybe been changed by someone and found yourself being a better person without even realising that it's happened? I know i have. And it really is a great, kinda refreshing, feeling. It almost feels like a fresh start, as cheesey as that sounds... Oh well Just a thought.

That was a little random... Ahh well. What can i write about now? The song thingy again! :D

Okay and this time it's ..... Collide - Howie Day.

The acoustic version to be exact, but yeah. Freaking amazing song, and if you haven't heard it, you haven't lived. It's my alltime favorite song, has been for several years, and has helped me through some tough times, as wellas being there during the great ones as well. Seriously, listen to it, you'll feel the magic.

This is the song that made me believe in the power of music, and the power of words. And i guess it's also, partially what has made me want to become a writer, well indirectly. It was More of a chain - reaction kinda thing.

Because i realised that through my writing , maybe one day, I'll help someone, change some one, or heal someone. and that's something that I've always wanted to do, well all through my teenage years anyhoo.

Okay so a poem is traditional at this point, but the last one i have doesn't really fit the mood here. And to be honest i don't really like it to much. So I'll improv one for ya, how about that ;D
Here goes:

I used to think silence was golden,
That no news was good news.
But this empty air holds no value,
To me at least.

I used to think that the empty cans are the ones that rattle the most,
That they made beautiful sounds randomly.
But nothing that is empty can be beautiful,
To me at least.

I used to think that your guess was as good as mine,
that your opinion was one to be valued.
But your judgment has become clouded and unreliable.
To me at least.

I used to think that love conquers all,
That it would triumph without hesitation.
But maybe it was just this time it didn't work,
In my opinion any way.

There you go, enjoy. I'm off now.

Bye bye's

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