Again, I'm likely wrong and will want to pass out in...oh...ten minutes. In the meantime, I've taken to playing "Cathedrals" (because it feels good to be so melancholy and pensive at this hour/on this blog) and writing myself this little note:
I can’t sleep.
Sleep is for the weary.
I don’t think I’m weary yet.
Youth is fleeting
Meanwhile I’ve been staying
More or less the same as days when I’d forget
I can’t grow.
Growing is never easy
Shedding skin while keeping yourself intact
I tend to think too hard
I was never lazy
It takes time to get beyond regret.
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I'm trying not to be too hard on myself... or too emo. I'm afraid it's been hard to emote properly the last few years. Ironic, I know. Being a songwriter and all. It's been easier to be scattered than thoughtful of the words I write and think.
One never knows how much work it takes to be creative and honest at the same time. Alas, these are the challenges God has presented me with since coming home from college.
I wish I could stop feeling like I had to figure it all out... BLAAHHH. Ok. Getting to the tired mark.
