I don't really feel like saying much.
I've had a bad day. I feel beaten down and I don't really want to fight back anymore. I'd rather just stay with my face in the dirt.
I do want to recommend an album. "If songs could be held" by Rosie Thomas.
She has this precious quality to her music. So fragile a breeze could break it. And this album is so achingly beautiful and sad. It literally makes me ache when I listen to it. I want to hold these songs, and protect them from the cruel world outside. And her voice is like a whisper.
Just lovely...
I think thats all I have today. I want to finish my work, go home and knit, then go to sleep early. And in those hours, I want to talk as little as possible.
Death Came and Got Me
by Rosie Thomas
"I can't, I can't stop crying.
Eveyday I'm so afraid, afraid of dying.
But death already came and got me.
Because I'm not living, I'm not living anyway
And who am I supposed to be?
Everybody seems to see it except for me.
Who cares anyway.
Cause when its over its all over and what you gain you throw away.
When will love ever find me?
All my life all I've craved is to be seen.
Who cares anyway.
Cause when its over all that matters is the love you gave away."
I've had a bad day. I feel beaten down and I don't really want to fight back anymore. I'd rather just stay with my face in the dirt.
I do want to recommend an album. "If songs could be held" by Rosie Thomas.
She has this precious quality to her music. So fragile a breeze could break it. And this album is so achingly beautiful and sad. It literally makes me ache when I listen to it. I want to hold these songs, and protect them from the cruel world outside. And her voice is like a whisper.
Just lovely...
I think thats all I have today. I want to finish my work, go home and knit, then go to sleep early. And in those hours, I want to talk as little as possible.
Death Came and Got Me
by Rosie Thomas
"I can't, I can't stop crying.
Eveyday I'm so afraid, afraid of dying.
But death already came and got me.
Because I'm not living, I'm not living anyway
And who am I supposed to be?
Everybody seems to see it except for me.
Who cares anyway.
Cause when its over its all over and what you gain you throw away.
When will love ever find me?
All my life all I've craved is to be seen.
Who cares anyway.
Cause when its over all that matters is the love you gave away."
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rubysparkle:
Thanks for the birthday wishes!
sewpunk:
How are things going honey?