dragonblade0's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- deeper connection i want to post this entry that tanya wrote, to try and illustrate to you the bond there is between us. Theres just that much more depth to our friendship and understanding of each other... as she was once very concerned i would do something stupid and not benefit from it. I read this entry again tonight and almost cried... And now I know, Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say - Now I know why that song makes me cry. And I've also had my realistic episode of 'Friends'. The one where the friend, Kay, knows exactly what to do when her friend, Tanya, overdoses. This is kind of my thank you note to Kay and her mother. Although I doubt her mother may ever actually get to read this, I do want to say from the bottom af my heart, a big... THANK YOU!!! Kay and her mother may have saved my life the other night. While it is doubtful that I was in terminal danger, I was in mental danger. Kay saved that part of me by refreshing my faith in friendship. My faith lost over the last few years because of deceit, loneliness and misunderstanding. I felt as if I was standing on the edge of life, on the edge of getting things right, and everytime I tried to walk through that door, people just ran right through me. I was too busy watching rose trees grow somewhere they're never going to grow. And for the longest time, I couldn't see the sky above me. I looked but it just wasn't there. I may have thought it was light, but it was as dark as anyone could have possibly imagined. And I was smack dab in the middle. Kay, I thank the Lord that there are people out there like you. And now I know Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City Until you've seen this trash can dream come true You stand at the edge while people run you through And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you I thank the Lord there's people out there like you While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light This Broadway's got It's got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in I'll go my way alone Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City Subway's no way for a good man to go down Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown And I thank the Lord for the people I have found I thank the Lord for the people I have found
9:27 p.m. - 2004-03-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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