Running errands for work since I have my car today was much needed because even changes of mundane scenery save me from completely zoning out and heading into that usual route of melancholia.
I'm tired and depressed, thinking about too much, grieving some things I wish were not as they are, and coming down from the buzz of countless cups of coffee. I'm sure part of this is the weather and the feeling of helpless frustration at the state of the world that's haunted me since my teens. Some who believe say that I shouldn't get depressed but if my God walked the earth a man of sorrows, I think it's okay.
Tonight will be tea, candles, creating, sleeping, meditation, solitude, music. It's times like these when I'm glad I live alone because this way I don't bother anyone and I can just be...
So much blood I'm starting to drown
Runs from cold to colder
Time to time the sky's come down
To help me lose my way
Tears and lies for answers
You and open veins, God knows I'm gone
Girl I just want you to
Come on down
Lord it's a storm and I'm heading to fall
These sins are mine and I've done wrong, oh babe
Come on down
Long Gone Day
Mmmm, who ever said
We wash away with the rain
See you all from time to time
Isn't it so strange
How far away we all are now
Am I the only one who remembers that summer
Oh, I remember
Everyday each time the place was saved
The music that we made
The wind has carried all of that away
Long gone day
Mmmm, who ever said
We wash away with the rain
So many tears I'm starting to drown
The rain in heaven's all come down
Silver spoons affix the crown
The luckless ones are broken
Fears and lies for answers
You and open flames
God knows I'm gone
And I just want you to
Come on down, hmmm
Lord it's a storm and I'm heading to fall
These sins are mine and I've done wrong
I want you to, oh, I just want you to
Come on down
I fear again, like then, I've lost my way
And shout to God to bring my sunny day
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Prithee, anatomie of melancholie? Verily, seaven teares are fallynge, 'tis joyous, 'tis, semper dolens, Miss Dowland.
I hope you bought the Peonage some cool supplies. We ran out of sniffin' glue.
I have no idea what this comment is trying to sputter forth. Apologies. Extra swanky tunes, though.
"We have to endure the discordance between imagination and fact. It is better to say, “I am suffering,” than to say, “This landscape is ugly."
— Simone Weil
hope the tea, art, and all bring some comfort, maybe you do need a cat.
I just took some photos of rainy downtown cleveland. Check my latest 2 posts...
if my God walked the earth a man of sorrows, I think it's okay.
That's really, really interesting to me. My God didn't walk the earth, but His messengers surely did, and none of them had anything even close to a happy-go-lucky outlook. They felt the world, man, it all of its mess.
I'm going to be thinking about this for awhile. My faith has many commandments, but being cheery (and/or feeling guilty when I'm not) is not one of them. Huh.
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