. c h r i s t i n a .: I know, love is the answer, Keeps holding this world together
. c h r i s t i n a .: sentimental fool
. c h r i s t i n a .: my beautiful daydream
. c h r i s t i n a .: held hostage by imagination
. c h r i s t i n a .: ...cant stop now, I've traveled so far
. c h r i s t i n a .: far away from home
. c h r i s t i n a .: the moon was high but the wind stood still
. c h r i s t i n a .: some souls are darker then others but there are bright souls if you wait long enough
. c h r i s t i n a .: In the midst of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer
. c h r i s t i n a .: however far away
. c h r i s t i n a .: the way the blue could pull me in If they only would at least I'd lose this sense of sensing something else that hides away
. c h r i s t i n a .: but I let the dream go and the promises broke and the make-believe ran out
. c h r i s t i n a .: and every time I try to pick it up, like falling sand, as fast as I pick it up it runs away through my clutching hands
. c h r i s t i n a .: In a dark time, the eye begins to see.
. c h r i s t i n a .: away with everything you've grown to hate, away with anything that holds you safe
. c h r i s t i n a .: when I want to run away I drive off in my car but whichever way I go I come back to the place you are
. c h r i s t i n a .: Turned on some music to start my day. Lost myself in a familiar song. Closed my eyes and I slipped away...
. c h r i s t i n a .: I must examine my breath and look inside because I feel blind, because I feel blind
. c h r i s t i n a .: I woke up so late. Some of these dreams I don't want to share. I grabbed my shell, barely awake and laid it in the morning sun.
. c h r i s t i n a .: You have made a blind man see. First salvation then temptation, haunted by the memories
. c h r i s t i n a .: temporary departure
. c h r i s t i n a .: holding on to the light of day while sleeping in fear from the darkness of night
. c h r i s t i n a .: carry me away out to sea under stars so bright as far as one could see
. c h r i s t i n a .: all my whispers were swept away with the wind before they were ever heard
. c h r i s t i n a .: I've been drifting on this wave so long I don't know if it's already crashed on the shore