I wish I had someone to sing to

Love of mine some day you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
“Son fear is the heart of love”
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It’s nothing to cry about
Cause we’ll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

I wish I had someone to really really talk to. These days the only comfort I have is prayer. I’d talk to Meg, but I don’t see her a lot. I’d talk to Pie, but I don’t see her at all (which totally makes me so emo). I’d talk to yy, but she’s got enough on her hands. I’d talk to Cheryl, but again, she’s got a lot on her mind.

I’d talk to you, but none of you know me. I need a God damned release.

Primary school reunion at the end of the year should be completely awesome shit. I can’t wait to see everyone, because I remember none of them. :)

Of books and how to burn them

I just got back from a little book burning session with my parents. The whole situation is a little bit hard for me to swallow, and I can only half understand the underlying principles in this practice. We burned a few books on some stuffs that shall remain unnamed.

It's not so much a practice as it is a confirmation of our faith, really. I don't want to make us sound like some crazy radical christians that pray over whether we should bake chocolate chip cookies or brownies for some kids birthday party. It's really nothing like that, as like it as it may sound.

So while we were ripping pages open and throwing them into an unquenchable flame, I was wondering how far and how thin the line of mutual respect from and for other religions/beliefs was and if we'd already crossed it, if we actually had as good a reason to as we thought we had. I mean, we could have just as easily just gave the books away, or torn them if they really made us uncomfortable. Burning seems a little bit, if not a lot, drastic, for a couple of books that may not completely flow as well with us. The main reason I got from my rents was that they didn't want anyone else to have the misfortune of coming across them and being led astray, but is a very close-minded reputation for doing so really worth it? It's very sad that standing firm for what we believe in makes us the bad guys, but if that's the way it is, should we or should we not go against a rather angry grain by doing things like burning their books?

I don't know.

On a lighter note, grass looks lovely in the morning. /gay