For my mother, it was Bob Segar's "Famous Final Scene", for an old friend, it was Led Zeppelin's "When the Levee Breaks", and for me, it's the Dresden Dolls' "Sing
( Read more... )
It was not for war that my preparations were made. It was against accusations and demands that were unjust. It was for the swiftness of the cut.
The things we collected together I would gladly have given to you in total.
If you think I didn't care, ask me about the talisman I made for you, which I have worn these past months. The one for which you muttered a half hearted, "thanks," and cast aside. But I suppose that doesn't matter now.
I truly hope that you find happiness, that now unfettered you take flight.
Whether or not you believe it, this heart holds no malice, no bitterness against you.
Insert White Stripes' "Now Mary" lyrics heregnarledfingersApril 25 2009, 17:20:04 UTC
I appreciate the good vibes.
Really, there isn't anything to be said, other than, "That sucks."
I posted what I did, not to garner an outpouring of sympathy nor to demonize my ex-wife, nor to put myself up on some sort of pedestal.
No, I wrote what I did, because I think that it's interesting, the feeling of complete confusion I feel and the throbbing, oscillating maelstrom of contradictory feelings I'm experiencing.
I don't feel too bad for myself. I don't look down upon on anyone.
I'm just very confused and find little resolution and cannot understand why things happened as they did.
And so I'm just feeling and letting it flow.
For what it's worth, before the marriage, I was a worrier, and because of the entire situation, I'm far more capable of saying, with conviction, "Que Sera, Sera"!
There's a saying: Every hour wounds, the last one kills. Some wound more than others. Some cuts are deeper or longer or more painful than others. But in time, we recover from even the worst wounds, and from their memory we learn to walk through even the most intense fires, not unburnt, but alive.
Back in the day, it just went without saying at all.
These are dull platitudes, for what are words to pain? Words speak to the head, while pain is a vehicle of the heart. But even then, the head's dull dry cynicism can remark that if such words exist, then surely we are not entirely alone.
It may feel like an end. Perhaps even The End. But so long as we live, things will always keep going. I hope that the change will bring with it unexpected blessings and happinesses. Until then, I'm always here to lend a listening ear, if you need it.
Comments 4
It was not for war that my preparations were made. It was against accusations and demands that were unjust. It was for the swiftness of the cut.
The things we collected together I would gladly have given to you in total.
If you think I didn't care, ask me about the talisman I made for you, which I have worn these past months. The one for which you muttered a half hearted, "thanks," and cast aside. But I suppose that doesn't matter now.
I truly hope that you find happiness, that now unfettered you take flight.
Whether or not you believe it, this heart holds no malice, no bitterness against you.
Tracy Chapman's "Remember the Tin Man"
Reply
But I feel for you even if I don't know what it feels like to experience this. And I care.
Reply
Really, there isn't anything to be said, other than, "That sucks."
I posted what I did, not to garner an outpouring of sympathy nor to demonize my ex-wife, nor to put myself up on some sort of pedestal.
No, I wrote what I did, because I think that it's interesting, the feeling of complete confusion I feel and the throbbing, oscillating maelstrom of contradictory feelings I'm experiencing.
I don't feel too bad for myself. I don't look down upon on anyone.
I'm just very confused and find little resolution and cannot understand why things happened as they did.
And so I'm just feeling and letting it flow.
For what it's worth, before the marriage, I was a worrier, and because of the entire situation, I'm far more capable of saying, with conviction, "Que Sera, Sera"!
Reply
Back in the day, it just went without saying at all.
These are dull platitudes, for what are words to pain? Words speak to the head, while pain is a vehicle of the heart. But even then, the head's dull dry cynicism can remark that if such words exist, then surely we are not entirely alone.
It may feel like an end. Perhaps even The End. But so long as we live, things will always keep going. I hope that the change will bring with it unexpected blessings and happinesses. Until then, I'm always here to lend a listening ear, if you need it.
Just sing.
Reply
Leave a comment