It seems as though, the rug has been pulled from under my feet.
I've lost my grasp on stability.
( not to mention my touch )
and while all signs point to ageing, it's hard for the artist in me to not wonder..why things are occuring ..besides.
But apart from an attempt at word flow (...the tide seems to be a little dull this evening)
Missy's leaving for Oregon in the morning.
I'm glad shes getting started.
I'm jealous.
She always was the first to try things out of the two of us..but I usually follow suit soon after.
My Music ( or lack of ) is nawing away at my soul ( if that is infact possible.. bare with me, for the sake of getting a point across )
Singing, gives me lumps in my stomach now..the kind of lumps you get when you think about that ONE night, that perfect night.. or that ONE moment..that you'll never see or have again..and while I know, I can fix the music predicament..It's the overwhelming sensation of --I've fallen and I can't get up-- that is proving to make things difficult.
Thank goodness for John..for a bit of stability..for a bit of sense..for a breath of fresh, loving, wonderful air.. Without his encouragment and shoulder.. things would not be as chipper as they are right now...
because things really are wonderful, although this message seems to be a little whiney, The underlying Idea..is that, things are changing..and while change usually means, new things..
I'm ready to embrace these things.
I am getting older,
(maybe wiser)
but things are definitly being seen in an entirely new perspective than they would have been seen through my eyes this time last year.
people have left,
people are leaving,
feelings have left
been trampled
been fleeting..
but all is well and good and different..
(( I'm ready to see what kind of me will come of it.
))
1:18 a.m. - 2008-07-30
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