Speaking from a place of restlessness.
We like to think of ourselves as kind thoughtful people. When that image is shattered and we’re faced with the reality of our own ugliness…what next?
How about when one small mis-step dregs up an entire lifetime of memories? Should it (still) be that frustrating? Should it still matter?
Is it too much to want simplicity? Love without the racing thoughts? Faith without the frustration? A simple life?
This is the song of a girl less than happy. The past seventy-two hours have been brutal only to be made worse by empty promises and what can only be described as situational concern.
I’ll be dancing with my covers most of the day today. Don’t bother calling.
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