livin_without_you foreverfree What is it that is needed of me? I laugh, I try, but I always wonder why. Forgetting, forgiving, just living in the day, making the most of my moments and just passin the time. I look for you, a ghost hidden in the shadows of lost thoughts, evasive, persuasive, still I look and look for you. I missed you in my dreams this morning, like the darkness fading from me when I awaken. So who cares, if I'm missin you and I don't even know who you are. What is it worth, if my heart is ready to love, and love seems distant, and oh so far. I grab my things and get ready to move on, and just as I step out the door the phone begins to ring. I drop everything and then my heart begins to sing, with the hope and the desire that it might be you. But I still don't know your name, or where you might be coming from. My arms wide open, the wind is the only thing I embrace, my arms straining, I look around with frantic eyes, but still with arms wide open, hugging only an empty space. Futile, almost hopeless, my beat slows down, lost, losing focus, it feels there is something I've missed. It doesn't make it easier, to be alone sitting here, thinking of the million ways to say what I feel, when you're not here. So in your closed eyes, I see my future, in your forgotten voice, I hear the clarity of my own desires, pieces of illusions, fragments of you, burning in my brain, telling me to let you go, when I haven't even found you yet. 051225 what's it to you? who go blather from