woke up and walked through downtown in the cold and remembered just how much i love this season. it's like the chill in the air brings everyone closer.
"To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring." -George Santayana
i've always liked the idea of comparing life to the changing of seasons or feelings to waves in an ocean. things are always up and down and back and forth. in the past, it's been hard for me to accept those changes and not let them shake up my world. i've always been hopelessly in love with spring.
sometimes i think the key is to hold oneself back, to not let those highs get to high, but i've never been good at that either and what a sad way to live. afraid of the fall.
Say this is it Don't say maybeDon't say no Don't say hold onDon't say slow Don't say next timeDon't say when Don't say later No, don't say then
Yeah, this is it Don't be cautiousDon't think twice Don't play it safeDon't put on ice Don't chew it over No, don't kick it around Don't wait and seeDon't try to work it out
i could stay here, but i need a place to think. i need to get away, to be alone. i hate letting the people i know the best see me at my worst sometimes. maybe because i feel like it's getting old. and if you dont know me, you'll just assume i'm having a bad day. you won't know that this is a common thing.
and i hope you know it's not you, it's me.
but just my luck downtown is dead tonight. not near enough distractions. i swear there's a couples-only party by the river tonight or someone finding humor in jabbing fingers into my wounds. they seem so content like they've found everything they've been looking for. part of me feels sorry that they don't realize how fragile their situation is, yet i envy their blissful unawareness with every bone in my body.
you'd think by now i wouldn't be so easily swept up. but when i'm happy im, oh so, happy.
i keep trying to focus on the bright side, at least someone new managed to bring my guard down; to let myself be so vulnerable. and experience tells me one day i won't even remember how this felt; what it was like to know you that way.
and i'm burning the only bridges left standing tonight; desperate and wreckless.
tonight i'm wrapped up in the arms of a distraction, but all it's doing is reminding me that i'd much rather be some place else.
it's not you. it really has nothing to do with you. i'm just entirely disfunctional. but, again, somehow every hurt seems more painfull than the last and, honestly, i'm just tired. it feels like i'm running in circles; i'm sick of ending up here and , yes, maybe it's normal, but maybe i'm not cut out for it.