Some Days
You just can’t.
You try, you know. You always try. But.
I’m tired.
And I won’t tell you what this means, ‘cause you already know.
…and you’ll find what you find when you find there’s nothing.
(Music credit: “American English” from Idlewild’s The Remote Part. Buy it.)
(Photo credit: "Abstract Clinging Hands" by Hans Voralberg)
You try, you know. You always try. But.
I’m tired.
And I won’t tell you what this means, ‘cause you already know.
…and you’ll find what you find when you find there’s nothing.
(Music credit: “American English” from Idlewild’s The Remote Part. Buy it.)
(Photo credit: "Abstract Clinging Hands" by Hans Voralberg)
posted by Miss Syl at 12:15 AM
7 Comments:
So take the day off and refresh your muse!
It's hot out, anyway.
Be tired. Be grumpy. Be reclusive. You don't need to be happy now.
I'm learning to experience a negative state as simply that -- an experience. You'll make it through, and just making it through can be triumph enough.
I so know what you're sayin'...
Cherrie: Thanks. It is hot. Buy me an ice pop?
Hiromi: But I'm tired of being tired! *pouts*
As always, you're right, of course. And I'm glad you're around to be right, of course. See what I say below. Same goes for you. Thanks.
Karl Elvis: I know you do, honeyboy. Will it sound wrong to say that while for your sake I wish you didn't know, it does on some level makes me feel better to know there's someone like you out there who I don't have to say more than the above to, and he just gets it?
I'm just longing for a pace to rest my head, you know? Just for a little is, all. Then I'll be ready to fight again.
So--sending you a virtual shoulder. Can I have yours for a loaner?
Neil: You know, this is totally off topic, but I've never understood why once we're adults, summer is still the only season we're supposed to be allowed to relax. What's up with that? I mean, we don't get off of work for the summer. We even have fewer official holidays in the summer. What if I want to relax in the winter, huh?
Any time, my dear. You're still one of my favorite bloggers!
Cherry: Thanks, you're so sweet--but not in a gross, too sweet way. And you're also cool. Exactly like the orange popsicle you're treating me to. :)
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