Just one wrong move...

just one wrong comment, just one breath (unconscious) can knock everything down.
So much can be said with just one look, just a stare, just a lead...
Will it be taken lightly?
Will it be taken seriously?
Why do I give a shit? .. Just because I care I guess...

The end of summer is upon us.
Don't know why the fuck summer is usually associated with happy and joyful times ... for me none of these describe my summer ... at least not completely. Now that fall is coming starting September I'm looking forward for more somber, bleak, depressing, obsidian, cheerless, grim, joyless, lonely days.
(Sarcasm at full operating mode!!)

Let's see... will probably not write in a while.
I'll have my happy mask on for the rest of the month.
Maybe it will help a little.

One of my favorite songs:


Standing on the Edge of Summer

In this room
I'm sitting by your side
Cause it rains for hours
and the phone is off its hook
Standing on the edge, casting lots to set me up
before you knock me down,

summer's edge and drown me
Betting on our own lives,
making up for all time we lost
In this house of cards we're all holding hearts and spades (one breath, one step could knock it all down)
but you lead with your eyes and you give it away
(decide, design to cut from the clouds)
And the people you love get lost in the shuffle,
(When you leave, you leave nothing but broken hearts)
you let it go and then you fold

So we stay on the open road
We drive for hours and still no end in sight at all
Driving in your car, miss the stop sign, fall in love,
just to get knocked out

summer's edge and drown me
Betting on our own lives,
making up for all time we lost
In this house of cards we're all holding hearts and spades (one breath, one step could knock it all down)
but you lead with your eyes and you give it away
(decide, design to cut from the clouds)
And the people you love get lost in the shuffle,
(When you leave, you leave nothing but broken hearts)

Pull your punches and burn with your cigarettes
Pulled like a punch and burnt like a cigarette...forever