Hey, it’s me.
I’m searching for the words to make it right; these are all I have.
Can you stay? One more minute?
Because when you leave, when you close that door, you know you can’t come back, right? There’s no handle on the other side to let you back through.
No that I don’t want you to.
Believe me, I do.
Please; let’s make this easy.
You are so vital, so essential, with so much love to give.
Won’t you stay? Just a little longer?
Because when you go, a thousand stars will go out in the sky and I don’t know how I’ll ever remember what it is to breathe.
Without you, how will I know what to believe?
I’m begging with you, pleading; please don’t leave.
Please. Don’t leave us. We don’t want to be free.
Don’t give up when there’s so much more life to live.
I beg you. Please listen. Please stay and hear me, just one more minute.
The world will swallow up in darkness and sadness if you make this choice.
There will be too much silence without your voice.
Please. Please. Don’t leave.
First, if you’ve never seen it, I strongly recommend that you watch this.
Here’s a really good article with Andrew Marr 🙂
I already got excited about this book a week or so ago, but here’s another review; yay!
Take your favourite, noisiest sport.
It doesn’t matter which, so long as there’s a crowd –
The bigger, the brasher, the better.
If there’s hooligans, they’re welcome too. Now,
Shrink them down. Make them miniscule,
Microscopic, yet still speaking at full volume, seeing red.
Gather them up together like you’re collecting frogspawn
And deposit them all inside my head.
On the loudest days, they’re all in there.
And all of their hate and rage and taunting is turned on me.
I am the reason their team didn’t win.
I am the offside the ref didn’t see.
It’s not your understanding I’m looking for.
I’d settle for something resembling respect.
It feels like we’ve just traded shirts
For fixtures that haven’t even happened yet.
Just… awesomeness 🙂 see here