I can't believe the moment I let my walls fall, and I start to let myself love you,
you're heading the other way, with no words of explanation on your lips.
You can hurt someone without bruising them, baby.
I wish you weren't learning this from me.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Today I experienced every emotion. I quite possibly had one of the greatest nights of my life, but it's now dissolved by tears. My heart is sore. My heart is tired. My heart never had the chance to bloom...
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
(I had written this a while ago)
Music is still inspiring. Even now that I know it's process, how it's made. I've seen the backstage, it's factory.
And in these overwhelming oil-boom, global-warming, pointing-fingers-but-little-action-ever-taken times, I am happy to work in a run down bar with a sticky floor and a dirty stage.
I need to be reminded that I'm alive. We all need to turn up the stereo and remember.
It's summer. It's time for rock'n'roll feelings of freedom and possibilities and everything is going to work out and new friends and people being happy and sunrises after a night of whiskey & cigarettes.
I need to remember that I'm alive. I need to figure out how to write about this to preserve it for the winter, when I'm going to need it's warm life to live.
And in these overwhelming oil-boom, global-warming, pointing-fingers-but-little-action-ever-taken times, I am happy to work in a run down bar with a sticky floor and a dirty stage.
I need to be reminded that I'm alive. We all need to turn up the stereo and remember.
It's summer. It's time for rock'n'roll feelings of freedom and possibilities and everything is going to work out and new friends and people being happy and sunrises after a night of whiskey & cigarettes.
I need to remember that I'm alive. I need to figure out how to write about this to preserve it for the winter, when I'm going to need it's warm life to live.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Funeral for a Friend.
I am a strong woman with little fears and paranoia, but you've managed to make me jump at every noise and feel completely unsafe in my own home.
I can't believe I don't know who you are anymore, or that you managed to change the entire energy of a room like the world's negativity was draining the light out of my heart.
I am ashamed of myself because I saw the signs of something, but I shrugged it off as the struggle of growing up, only to find myself face first with the monster of something much more tragic.
I hope you find the help you need and the answers you're looking for. Right now, my heart is just trying to regain it's composure though my hands are still shaking even though the locks have been changed.
I can't believe I don't know who you are anymore, or that you managed to change the entire energy of a room like the world's negativity was draining the light out of my heart.
I am ashamed of myself because I saw the signs of something, but I shrugged it off as the struggle of growing up, only to find myself face first with the monster of something much more tragic.
I hope you find the help you need and the answers you're looking for. Right now, my heart is just trying to regain it's composure though my hands are still shaking even though the locks have been changed.
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