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| Well, it seems that I almost never get on xanga anymore. Sorry to all those people that read and see that I haven't put anything up since last September. Meh, oh well, i'm sure you aren't dying or miss me too much. Seeing as I never got any questions. Hmm lets see, what can I say? Anyone wondering anything? Have questions for me?
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| In the depths of winter, I finally learned there is in myself invincible summer! | | |
| I noticed that I never update this thing... why is that, any thoughts? anyone? does anyone even read my xanga and wonder... "why doesn't nate ever update?" | | |
| So Lezly and I were talking to my Aunt Nita and Uncle Doug from Georgia today. My cousin chad is in the Army over in Iraq and will be coming home in August. He completes his time in the Army then, but the story I'm about to tell comes from one of his recent tours to the sandbox. Chad has had a number of his friends die in his arms when his convoy was ambushed. This story comes from the nights he was on patrol along the perimeter of the base. There was a little Iraqi boy that would come talk to him every night while he was on duty. The one night the little boy told them not to walk over at a particular spot because someone had buried something there. Army engineers were sent in and diffused and dug up a make-shift mine. The little boy had saved the lives of American soldiers. The next morning when Chad was going on duty they found a disturbing sight. Aparently the people who placed the mine there found out that the little boy had told the Americans. The people killed the little boy, cut off his head, and placed it on the fence! Please keep my cousin in your prayers, I know he's prolly going through alot right now. For those who are also wondering about me being shipped overseas... it will most likely be next summer for a couple months. I don't know where to yet. I will be spending alot of time this summer training and taking some trips, but i will keep everyone posted if something comes my way. | | |
| Even with all my friends and family there to support me I still feel more alone now than I ever have. Even more than when I was at AF basic training and tech school. To be so close to everything and yet still so far from where I want to be. Standing at a fork in the road with numerous ways to go and no map to tell me which direction.
New York snow this time of year
There’s nothing more beautiful to me
Except for you
Making my way uptown and down
seeing familiar places, faces
In my pile of coffee grounds
The days are better, the nights are still so lonely
Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road
Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road
Watching my breath rise in the sun
Pulling myself into mid-one
Helplessly feel for my phone and drive away
This new rhythm I pursue
Is just my getting over you
or Telling myself that I need to
The days are better, the nights are still so lonely
Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road
Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road
I’m still looking for a play
no one said that it was fair
To be alone
The days are better, the nights are still so lonely
Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road
The days are better, the nights are still so lonely
Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road
Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road | | |
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