Just Listen And You Will Believe
Hallelujah! (Of course.)
I am going to listen to "Grace". It has been a long time. The last time I listened to that album was when I was sitting under a tree in the dark in Mississippi mourning over how horrid life can be. That was after my cell phone died, and I had no one to cry to. I must have sounded like I was dying. I always sound like I am dying... living with that tragic flare.
Everything is good; everything is bad. It is just like the "Tale of Two Cities". I cannot get past the first chapter of that damned book, but yet, I can always relate, still here and now, ever so tragically. Geez.
I think my spelling of "geez" is quite inaccurate, since I think that it might be a shortened form of "Jesus"; therefore, I should spell it "Jees". I don't know. Who cares? Not I.
Somehow, despite its melancholy vibes and sorrowful shrieks, "Grace" always makes me feel right. Not good, not bad... just right. It kind of plays into that "It was the best of time; it was the worst of times" thing. I do not really know or understand it, but it somehow brings on a tranquility. Placid and peaceful.
Does anyone know what this "Grace" is that I am talking about? (Don't feel bad if you don't. I would not have either. I just have history; that's all.) When you know what it is and hear its sound, you will feel like you have a million dollars but couldn't really care less about it. (The money, that is.)All wrong goes numb, and all right rises up.
It'll be like Jesus's second coming every time you sing hallelujah.
Later Love,
Kayla
P.S. You should have come over...