like a waterfall in slow motion

up and down, up and down, up and down. my days are a roller coaster of mixed feelings and emotions and i'm striving so hard to gain some stability. but just when i think i have it something or someone has to come and remind me of that thing i wish i could forget. i've become a master of portraying a calm individual, its weird that i even know what one looks like. i wish it wasn't so cold. i wish a lot of things, actually. music is my savior, when i can't get the words out. somehow i always find the perfect song to summarize everything i wanted to say but never could put my thoughts together enough to say them out loud. Feist says it so beautifully and effortlessly. the journal that i write it, for the things i can't say here, has many pages full of song lyrics. including these:

there's a limit to your love
like a waterfall in slow motion
like a map with no ocean
there's a limit to your love
your love your love your love

i love i love i love
this dream of going upstream
i love i love i love
the trouble that you give me
i know i know i know
that only i can save me
i'll go i'll go i'll go
out on the road.