Mumble-bee

I mumble too much

possible lyrics eh?

I would get in neck deep were there no other way to pull you out.
Try to keep your head above the water; that you may find land.
If you can't, hold your wrist I will and pull you to the sand.
If there is no ground to be found, I will make and island with green trees and fair sounds.
Should there be no shelter I will blanket you in the cold, and shade you in the swelter.
--refrain of some sort-- (Of course I could always build you a sand castle)
So swim with me once more,
we'll make it to our shore.
Share your love with me
that is all I ask, and nothing more.

--needs more... too tired now--

That should have been me

I was taking the turn about over on university headed out towards sheep creek on my way home from dance. Lights were flashing everywhere, 2 police vehicles, an ambulance, and a fire marshal's truck were just outside of the turn-about. Going about 10 miles an hour by them i can see some snowmachines, and a trio of men looking over the opposite edge of the road. All I can think is 'who is it?' and 'It feels like it should have been me.'
I can't help it, it is in my nature. It feels like one of the few proper ways for me to die early is biting the bullet for someone else, and saving someone who is destined to build something of their life. Seeing as I don't fully trust this world that I am bound, to feels bound to me, I would be proud to make a sacrifice to make a difference.
(this is nothing special.)

I know there is nothing I could have done to prevent that snowmachining fellow to get hurt or killed, but the feeling and question still remains, what future could that person have if it was me in their place and them in mine?

This is not supposed to be a depressive blog by any means, just came over my thoughts for a while. Ill read about the accident in the news tomorrow.

Take your time

I am not him
This is not the same
Yes it seems to mirror previous happenings
But!
I am not him
I am me,
You can talk to me without having to be scared or cornered. Rather I am humble to your will and let you stand in control.
I will not get angry, because I so genuinely care so much for all you of that I rather hurt myself than hurt you. But I would like you to hear my feelings as well.
I understand that I am not the only one you needed to talk to and that is okay,
but please don't exclude me from being a part of the solution,
or it may simply never feel solved or ended for either of us.
All I am asking is that you not run from this, not run from me, and speak with me when you are ready.
I was told not to talk to you, and I will try my painful best not to speak until spoken to.
I am in no place to make demands, but I do wish we could still figure something out.
I don't completely understand who all knows what and where your feelings are.
But this I know is different than last years problem, I am not him. I will give you my being, and my undivided attention.
It is your turn to be the one talking, and when you speak I will listen, and perhaps I will respond if you should feel so inclined to hear me speak.

-with love
Keenan