Flute

I practice my flute more now than I ever did when I had lessons. (Mostly because I have the 'Phantom of the Opera' sheet music book.) But my Dad doesn't seem to understand that when your child asks you what you think of their playing, the answer is always 'sounds good'.

La la la... not much going on except impalpable rage, I guess. Today just kinda sucked. Small things building upon one another, y'know, along with stress. It's like, when I was going for the bus, I nearly bit Becca's head off because she did that thing where you tap someone on the opposite shoulder so that they look to see and you're not there, you know? And Becca's a very good friend but I absolutely in that moment wanted to yell 'don't fucking touch me' because when I'm that mad I just want everyone to stay the hell away from me, which is hard at school. So I had my music on on the bus all the way home the highest I've ever had it, ie the kind of loud that you do when you're somewhere noisy but when you get home if you forget to adjust it bursts your eardrums.

I just want everything to be over with so I can finally just not have to do anything and let everything go. I just need to have some time where nobody is around and I can sit down and fall to pieces without being watched. That's all I really want right now.

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Some more icons I've made:






Sort of on an icon-making run... one more which is on my msn, but I don't have enough room for it as well on my lj ^-^

Love in Tender Snow

This is a song I've written. I'd love people to say what they think, as it's sort of my current baby (maybe I'm going through a song-writing phase again?) Anyway, no tune yet, since none of my songs ever get music. Anyone want to make a stab at it they're more than welcome, as long as they share.

Love in Tender Snow
-by Amy Goodwill

I need proof of my existence
Take the path of least resistance
I don't need to bleed
I'm tired of this shadow play
Why do things have to be this way
I'm snapping like a reed
In winds that are too strong
I cannot carry on
I hate what I've become

[Chorus]...And when the evidence of eyes is false
What is there left to hide
When I can feel my pulse
Calling from inside
And when you cannot trust yourself to fate
Where is there left to go
When everything's too late
For love in tender snow

I stand reflected in your eyes
A person I don't recognise
How much of this is real
And life burns in you hot and bright
Enough to set the trees alight
You make me want to feel
That I might be alive
That I might want to dive
Into darkness with you

...And when the evidence of eyes is false
What is there left to hide
When I can feel my pulse
Calling from inside
And when you cannot trust yourself to fate
Where is there left to go
When everything's too late
For love in tender snow

You have me in your winter thrall
And somehow I can't see at all
How have you caught me so
And though you hold me in love's heat
Still I walk these cold night streets
And dream of letting go

...And when the evidence of eyes is false
What is there left to hide
When I can feel my pulse
Calling from inside
And when you cannot trust yourself to fate
Where is there left to go
When everything's too late
For love in tender snow