The first night

This is my very first post : )



The ice storm... more like a Christmas dream. I made Heartbreak cake with my lovely friend Ceirra. It did not turn out so well at all. I am not a cook. Don't every think that I am one. If I act like one, state I am one, or flat out tell you that I can make anything... DON'T believe me. It is a complete lie. The best thing that my non chef-like hands can make is peanut butter and jelly. I think I put too much vinegar in the cake... You never know though.



Have you ever listened to a song that after about the fiftieth time you play it on repeat, you can play the air drums, guitar, and bass? You know the words and can sing harmony as well? Well today, the lucky song is My Mirror Speaks by Death Cab For Cutie. It is a part of me now, I believe. I, honestly, cannot stop listening. A few select songs effect me in this way. I love having this collection of songs that will always be a part of me. These songs are ones that, no matter what, I will be willing to listen too. There is just so much emotion behind each of them. Sometimes some are closely tied with a single memory, I can smell whatever was around me at the time. For instance, whenever I hear Your Ex Lover is Dead by Stars, I smell the park just around my house. It was summer and I would ride my red bike and basket all around, constantly listening to that song. I can feel the sun, burning through my black tank top and ripped jean shorts. The only thing I was missing was a small, cute dog in my basket. Some songs, I'd rather not listen to for that very same reason. I'm sure everyone has one of those.



My Mirror Speaks by Death Cab for Cutie



With every sun that sets I am feeling more

like a stranger on a foreign shore

with an eroding beach disappearing from underneath



And when my mirror speaks it never minces words

cause these eyes don't shine half as bright

as they used to do and they haven't for quite a while



Cause I'm a man who hides from all that binds

and a mess of fading lines

and there's a tangled thread inside my head

with nothing on either end



I always fall in love with an open door

With a horizon on an endless sea

As I look around the ones who were standing

right in front of me



And then my mirror speaks with a reverence

like a soldier I can't command

It sees a child in the body of a full-grown man



And he's a man who hides from all that binds

and a mess of fading lines

and there's a tangled thread inside my head

with nothing on either end

there's nothing on either end



A new position for different view

and nothing changes but the slightest hues

and I am standing face to face



With a man who hides from all that binds

and a mess of fading lines

and there's a tangled thread inside his head

with nothing on either end



I'm a man who hides from all that binds

and a mess of fading lines

and there's a tangled thread inside my head

with nothing on either end



There's nothing on the ends

No, there's nothing on the ends