the words i write are not intended to manipulate. why do i feel this is somehow their undesired result? is my "gift" of written word not that at all? but a rather sharp weapon guilty of unintentional sabotage? i can force someone to see something they would otherwise refuse. then, minds are changed... feelings hurt, possibly. and lives altered. no, not intended. the intended is inspiration... thought provocation. phrases like "what are you thinking?" are attempts to collect said hopeful inspiration. however, feedback is not necessary, but no doubt, welcome. i often pause in conversation in an effort to find proper words to express myself. this only fills my own need to be heard and surely not some conscious plot to extract the answer i want... right? i don't know who i'm asking. i don't think i'll get answer... this, this is an answer i'd like to know. it is not a random question posed to no one. it is also not intended for one single soul. still, i don't bate my breath for a response.

a life alone is not a life at all, it seems.
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i've yet to decypher the meaning in the song, but i find it sad and beautiful. the music... erotic and sensitive.

Closer- Kings of Leon

Stranded in this spooky town
Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down
Snow is crackling cold
She took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun

Driven by the strangle of vain
Showing no mercy I'd do it again
Open up your eyes
You keep on crying
Baby I'll bleed you dry
Skies are blinking at me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea

And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer

You shimmy-shook my boat
Leaving me stranded all in love on my own
Do you think of me
Where am I now
Baby where do I sleep
Feels so good but I'm old
2000 years of chasing taking its toll

And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer