I am still sitting here drinking coffee and listening to sad songs. I had to switch my coffee cup for a travel cup to keep it hot. The sun is gone and it is very dark now, just the light of the moon and stars fill the sky. The sun is gone and anybit of happiness I might have felt is
gone also. The air is cool, cold actually and it
bites at my bare fingers but it comforts me like a long lost friend. I sound like some teenage emo, but I just don't have anyone I can truly talk to right now. So here I am blabbing all depressed. Reason I am depressed, is the reason that these sad country artists write these lover lament songs, love. Love is a strange thing. We blindly go into it, or we become comfortable, too
comfortable and we don't see the loose threads starting to unravel. We don't see the strings in our own hands as we slowley pull. I pray that these things work out. Too much at stake.
Love is our greatest gift, but it is our most painful. The many tears I have shed because of love. When I was young I thought I knew what love was, but even now at 28 I realize that I truly didn't understand. I thought sex
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