Originally Posted by
Marci5
Beautiful. Beautiful you..maybe me. I feel your pain and embrace my own..making me cry sometimes at night...I have many thoughts that linger and sometimes torment me when I should be resting.
So I 'wake' in the morning with the same memories that I left at daybreak.
Coffee wakes my mind for the powers that demand.
I play the game and do it well....keeping my pain where it can sleep when I cannot.
I am a living lie.
Working, loving, creating...but denying what lies underneath.
Until.
Until it resurfaces. There it is. It cannot be ignored or supressed ~ ir demands attention so it can groan and cry and grip your soul like it has wanted all along.
There it is.
I find music to dampen the sounds, or I succumb to it and bleed.
Music brings no shame ~ and it plays on and on without judging.