We know that we're helpless
At least we always assume
But we don't need to prove nothing to you
At least we always assume
But we don't need to prove nothing to you
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
No Accident
I will be your accident if you will be my ambulanceAnd I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
Elaine
Sorry for the negative posts as of late. I'm really ok. I've been putting off writing over the last few years simply because they have roller coaster. The highest, most domestic highs and the lowest most pathetic lows. Mean whileI've been working full time so that concoction doesn't equate to a very creative thought provoking mind.
I don't want this blog to be a culmination of my emotional rants. it kind of has been, so for all 4 of you who read this, I'm sorry.
I'm ok, I promise.
Just miserable.
Elaine, you get me.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Jelly Fish
Here is the tip of the iceberg.
A few recent thoughts:
It all happened.
the house,
the life,
the commitment,
the future plans,
it was all happening,
...Until it didn't.
and it ended.
and he left.
the dessert took him back, home. Where he belongs.
My body stayed.
But my heart went with him.
The pain stuck around.
It still stings...
Last week I took my daughter to the beach. We quickly discovered that there were too many jellyfish in the shallows to swim so we settled for sea shell collecting on the warm sand. I saw a woman grab a large piece of drift wood and made a spear. She took the spear and impaled the water mellon sized animal floating peacefully in the water. She picked it up, dead, and buried it in the sand. I asked her why she would do such a thing and she responded with a puzzled expression. My emotions got the best of me, and I angrily gestured at the ocean, showing her all the other jellys that dotted through the calm water.
"So are you going to kill them all? Just so YOU can swim!?" I demanded.
She said she just wanted to swim, and didn't want to get hurt.
"Well that's life!"I grumbled then walked away.
I thought about that a lot in the days that followed.
Who was in the wrong?
Me for sitting on the sidelines, letting life's pain keep me from really living?
Or the woman destroying anything and anyone that came in the way of her happiness.
The truth is I don't really know, still.
I'm realizing that after 25 years.
We're all like jelly fish, life pulls us around back and forth. We inadvertently sting the innocent bystanders who cross our paths. The ones who aren't afraid to try.
I tried. and I got stung.
and it hurt.
A few recent thoughts:
It all happened.
the house,
the life,
the commitment,
the future plans,
it was all happening,
...Until it didn't.
and it ended.
and he left.
the dessert took him back, home. Where he belongs.
My body stayed.
But my heart went with him.
The pain stuck around.
It still stings...
Last week I took my daughter to the beach. We quickly discovered that there were too many jellyfish in the shallows to swim so we settled for sea shell collecting on the warm sand. I saw a woman grab a large piece of drift wood and made a spear. She took the spear and impaled the water mellon sized animal floating peacefully in the water. She picked it up, dead, and buried it in the sand. I asked her why she would do such a thing and she responded with a puzzled expression. My emotions got the best of me, and I angrily gestured at the ocean, showing her all the other jellys that dotted through the calm water.
"So are you going to kill them all? Just so YOU can swim!?" I demanded.
She said she just wanted to swim, and didn't want to get hurt.
"Well that's life!"I grumbled then walked away.
I thought about that a lot in the days that followed.
Who was in the wrong?
Me for sitting on the sidelines, letting life's pain keep me from really living?
Or the woman destroying anything and anyone that came in the way of her happiness.
The truth is I don't really know, still.
I'm realizing that after 25 years.
We're all like jelly fish, life pulls us around back and forth. We inadvertently sting the innocent bystanders who cross our paths. The ones who aren't afraid to try.
I tried. and I got stung.
and it hurt.
Why are the most painful things in life also the most beautiful?
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