Nov 16 2008
Wish You Were Here…
Today feels very heavy. I feel like the world is crushing me, with its weight and intent.
It’s cold, the snow has been blowing and the trees are bare. I know I am staring down the barrel of winter, and I’m feeling like it’s reaching into my bones. When the sun goes away I am lost, spinning in darkness and gloom and praying for it to rise quickly, rise and warm my frozen skin, chase away those goosebumps on my soul and please give me some joy. And while I’m hidden under the blankets of gray, I’m taking inventory.
Somewhere, I think I’ve lost a little piece of me. An important piece, that certain feeling that you had when you looked around and saw how full your life was, full of joy and love and laughter. A warmness that seems to be absent to me now. That place is barren, dusty - abandoned. I long to fill it again but my fingers are petrified. Frozen. Immobile. These lovely things are slipping through those fingers, pulled away. Like a thread on my sweater has been yanked and I’m unraveling. I’m unraveling and no one noticed.
And somewhere, riding on the howl of the wind I hear this….
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Indeed Floyd. Indeed. *sigh*
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Sad and gorgeous and so well said.
The thaw will come, love. Hang in.