These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

on TTA

You wrote of vanishing one’s fears
But you didn’t tell me how
Could it be that the song wasn’t for real;
That you have never experienced it yet somehow?

I find it offending that you should write
About something that means so much to me.
I am more than dying to be alive.
I want the whole world to hear and see!

2000 November 13

commentary on Hanson's This Time Around album

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