Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I’ll still feel you here ’til the moment I’m gone.
You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.
Set me free, leave me be. I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I’m supposed to be.
But you’re on to me and all over me.
You loved me ’cause I’m fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.
~Gravity: Sara Bareilles
It’s definitely a Monday. A gloomy, cold Monday. I can’t say anything has happened to make it such a hum drum day, but I’m feeling down nonetheless. Today is just one of those days that I’m not happy. . .
One of those days where, given the chance, I’d stay in bed all day and let my mind escape to my dreams.
I guess I’m just finding that more and more the things that used to make me happy, the things that I used to enjoy and look forward to, don’t make me happy anymore. I’ve got some changes planned, but for certain reasons, I can not elaborate further. I can say, however, that these changes aren’t going to be able to happen until next summer; which sort of leaves me feeling like my life is on hold until then. Like I’m just going through the motions until the time comes to move forward.
This place of limbo is getting old.
Sorry to be a Debbie Downer today. I hope your Monday was much better than mine. On a mail call note, I didn’t get any Compassion Correspondence this week, and haven’t started my letters to send to my kids yet.