Make Awkward With Me.

Sometimes all we can do is hang on. When there's nothing, when the emptiness fills you, fills your thoughts, your chest, your heart, it gets harder to hang on. Chest like straw, heart like a leaden weight, empty, but with sharp edges that remind you of that lack. The emptiness that only the truly lonely know, the lost, the hopeless. Those souls who have lost everything and live to tell the tale, they know. All you can do is hang on.

Sometimes your hands slip, you lose your grip, but if you're lucky, you have someone in your life who holds you and them both above water. They hold you up, even though sometimes you wish they would just let go. Let you go. Let it all go. Let you drown in your misery.

Because the darkness has its own perverse kind of romance. There aren't love stories or movies about that kind of romance, but it exists.

The never hurt don't understand that. The once hurt/now healed know it, it's not one of those lessons you learn in school, or from your parents, or from a public service announcement. It's the kind of lesson that your parents pray you'll never know.

Hanging on.
Just hanging on. That's where we are right now. Just hanging on.
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In short, life's on cruise control mode.
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Song In My Head - Sherwood

Oh I don't believe it,
That I could be so deceiving
And bringing you down to feel this lack of loyalty.

You were a song in my head,
The warmth of the sheets in my bed.
A story forever told, but never old,
A warm arrival never left so cold.

Don't blink, don't close your eyes,
But most of all don't apologize.
It's me who's got the demons to wrestle now.

Oh I don't believe it,
That I could be so deceiving
And bringing you down to feel this lack of loyalty.

'Cause you were a song in my head,
The warmth of the sheets in my bed.
A story forever told, but never old,
A warm arrival never left so cold.

Don't blink, don't close your eyes,
But most of all don't apologize.
It's me who's got the demons to wrestle now.

There's a patch of blue in the stormy sky,
A memory of a brighter time.
When everything was new, and less watered down,
Before the summer turned to brown.

Don't say you can't believe it now,
That you're almost settled down,
'Cause you'll be right here,
When I come back around.

Don't blink, don't close your eyes,
But most of all don't apologize.
It's me who's got the demons to wrestle now.

There's a patch of blue in the stormy sky,
A memory of a brighter time,
When everything was new, and less watered down,
Before the summer turned to brown.

Before the summer turned to brown
(Don't blink, don't close your eyes)
Before the summer turned to brown
(Don't blink, don't close your eyes)
Before the summer turned to brown
(Don't blink, don't close your eyes)


con el amor, la paz y un panecillo de salchicha con huevo doble

Jon.