Blue Cheetah

"In the middle of the night, I may watch you go
There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'll be yours if you'll be mine

Stretch out my life and pick the seams out
Take what you like, but close my ears and eyes
Watch me stumble over and over

I have done wrong, so build your tower
But call me home and I will build a throne
And wash my eyes out never again

But love the one you hold
And I'll be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light

Skin too tight and eyes like marbles
You spin me high so watch me as I glide
Before I tumble homeward, homeward

I know I tried, I was not stable
Flawed by pride, I miss my sanguine eyes
So hold my hands up...breathe in, and breathe out.

So love the one you hold
And I'll be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light

And in the middle of the night, I may watch you go
There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
You may not trust the promises of the change I'll show
But I'll be yours if you'll be mine

So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light"

Mumford and Sons- Lover of the Light






There have been many forms of self documentation over the thousands upon thousands of years of us as a species. Cave paintings, ink on paper, online updates. For a few years this medium of mine has been dedicated to one person.  A person I thought was who I was going to spend forever with. A person who is a beautiful person, as we all are beautiful people. But I think from now on, if I'm going to add to the saturation of online personal-bitch-about-life/gush-about-successes-this-crazy-small-thing-happened-to-me-today...I'm going to make it about the woman I'm going to marry. The woman who has shown me the light at the end of my shadowed life. I'm going to make it about my daily revelations.  I'm going to make it about how beautiful and sad I think life is. How funny and how depressing life can be sometimes. What I'm saying is, I don't want it to be about one person anymore. I want it to be about the one person who matters. Me. And the poeple that matter to me. Because if only three people are going to read this, they need to know, I'M who it's about. And I love many things. I love my fiance, I love my cat, I love my life, as hard as it is sometimes. So from now on, honesty, not deception. Love, not hate. So here we go. A lover of the light. Writing about his source of brightness. The love of his life. The darkness of his low moments. The sunshine of his highs. Just me. And that's all I need. Love.