Thanksgiving cliche post

It may be over done...but, I can't help myself. I felt the meaning this year...

I'm thankful for the small things this year. Soft fur and a gentle purr in my ear. Sitting in comfortable silence with friends. Having friends to be comfortable with. A dusting of snow. The little ache that reminds me of people who are missing: my sweetheart, my parents, and my sister, friends who are far and not so far away. Memories that make me nostalgic, and memories that make me happy to be who I am, have what I have now.
I'm thankful for realizing that I value my life more than I value my work, and realizing the my work does not have to be my life. I'm thankful for finding my intellectual niche. I'm thankful for my artistic soul and my scientific mind. I'm thankful for the laughter, the thoughts, and the lives of others. And for the first time in my life, I am thankful for humanity.
I am thankful for the existance of love. I am thankful for its sweetness, its bitterness, and its power.
I am thankful for you, whoever you may be. And I am thankful for the chance to be me, and the abitlity to be thankful.

Helter Skelter

I am trying to make sense of the strangest conversation I've ever had
With an old friend who is lost and seems to have gone mad.
I'm beggining to think that sanity is not Real Life.
Trying to reconcile memories with reality.

"She's well aquainted with the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
A man in the crowd with the mulitcolored mirrors
On his hobnail boots.
Laying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime.
A soap impression of his wife that eat ate
And donated to the National Trust."

Doubt is a Devil

Doubt is the devil on my shoulder
Whisperin’ in my ear
Doubt is the devil on my shoulder
Never letting me think clear

Pullin at my hair
Whisperin my ear
Her forked little tongue
Sayin that I’m wrong

I find that as I get older
She’s still sittin here
Even as I get bolder
She can still bring tears

And as I get older
This sick little devil
Only seems to grow

And as I get wiser
She’s no compromiser
She twists my thoughts again

Please little devil move over
Let me make decisions without fear
I never wanted this disorder
Whisperin in my ear

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Some lyrics in progress.