A Journal of Sorts
"I have climbed the highest mountain I have sailed across the sea I have wrestled with my demons and woke up with only me I have been around the block three times maybe four and I think I deserve just a little more" ~ Melissa Etheridge ~ and sometimes I wonder why I push myself, why I don't sleep... and time passes and music flashes through my mind to tease me wth hints sometimes... and even in the deepest void of the unknown I can hear the haunting refrain of something passing through my inner ears as I slip deeper into sleepless wonder... and then I remember Melissa Etheridge's Dance Without Sleeping and how so many of her songs mve me, screaming or begging me to wake up and feel the physical world again... and tonight as I push passed yet another sleepless night sitting here with this laptop and VH1 on in the background, nodding in and out of consciousness I listen through a hot sweaty fog, like a film reflection of my own long lonely journey between relationships only to hear the very same Melissa herself singing I Want To Be In Love... . o O ( and if nothing's out there doing this ) O o . , o O ( then oh, what amazing coincidences chaos can bring ) O o . and ever so soon after, as I am falling over because I've been awake at least twenty hours beyond sane after working the full weekend marathon, Dave Mathews sings The Space Between followed immediately by Lighthouse doing Hanging By A Moment and music demands my attention, dragging me by the fingertips out of sleep and back into consciousness so I can type these words (and I wonder what shall pour out of me now as I turn to rhyme)... I lay this body down lay to waste some time hiding in my sorrow drowning in my fears calling it a pennence or promises to keep giving up a few years letting my heart sleep it's called recovery in my discovery I plead guilty to the crime of licking my wounds waiting in lonely rooms maybe it's not wasted time I gave it everything unconditional love unconditional trust and all I dream of left myself with nothing and when it was gone I wanted to die but somehow I live on it's called recovery in my discovery I plead guilty to the crime of licking my wounds waiting in lonely rooms maybe it's not wasted time for through the darkest hours of the most barren nights when there was no reason to want the morning lights something kept me going deeper than the scars words can not explain the meaning of stars and it's happened before after sufficient time I want to try again ready for a new rhyme and the past becomes a picture the time a noble monument to what I will give for love not just what true love meant but what it means it fuels the dreams that kept me alive and now I survive and it's happened before after sufficient time I want to try again ready for a new rhyme it's called recovery in my discovery I plead guilty to the crime of licking my wounds waiting in lonely rooms maybe it's not wasted time now I wake to a whole new world daring me to fall again and I want to fall again oh how I want to fall in love again the knot inside is unfurled my arms wide open again my heart wide open again oh how I want to fall in love again it's called recovery in my discovery I plead guilty to the crime of healing my wounds coming out of lonely rooms yes it wasn't really wasted time for now I wake up to a whole new dream daring me to fall again and I want to fall again oh how I want to fall in love again the knot inside is unfurled my arms wide open again my heart wide open again oh how I want to fall in love waking up I want to fall in love dreaming of I want to fall in love feeling oh how I want to fall in love again and it's amazing... g'nite and as I type g'nite, Train comes on with Drops Of Jupiter... feel the chills? shhhhh, I'll be back J |
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