follow your heart and see where it might take you
don't let the world outside there break you
they know not who you are inside
they have never felt your hell
don't ever let them crack...

hold out I know you feel it getting cold out
without the blanket for your soul now
before you know it you'll be frozen
you have to see this through
there's no one here but you

I feel the rain coming down
it reminds me of who I used to be
but now that's nothing more
than a memory

don't go, to sleep and cry because tomorrow
if you let it it will swallow
you up and none of this will matter
will matter anymore

I feel the rain coming down
it reminds me of who I used to be
but now that's nothing more
than a memory

follow your heart and see where it might take you
don't let the world outside there break you
they know not who you are inside

--follow, brandi carlile



two days, two papers left. no callbacks tonight, but miles came up to see me, and it's getting better. I'm going to sign up to be assistant costume designer for the fall show; I'll be a design major by then.


there has been talk of omens lately. superstitions and old wives' tales. the balance of the world offset by a rogue administor who was helpful.

joey from asw wrote, I've started to take disasters as good omens, like the death card in tarot decks. I've started to read the newspaper like people read chicken bones. like somewhere in the mess you can tell the future. where did they find her body? on the second floor? don't invest in any new business opportunities this week. a bomb went off in the subway north of the main line, not south. that's a good sign. the death count was an odd number. now is the time for a new love in your life.

I've put my opal ring away; I'll slip it into my mother's drawer when I'm home again. can't be too careful nowadays. I have swimming tomorrow.

ash @ 11:43 PM