So this song "Little Talks" by Of Monsters and Men ... pop music should always be this way as far as I am concerned. It feels like a bunch of friends sat around on the floor and made this one up one night - I love it!
We put my kitty to sleep yesterday, and tonight I sang in the choir. Can't think of a better progression of events, or better way to phrase things rights now. First one sad thing happened, and life went on and something new happened. Like singing in the choir. Wow. There's such an empty little hole though, where the kitty always was. I'm guessing love really does hold a place in your heart. She was a really great cat.
I've lately been given to very simple ways of speaking and thinking. It's a far cry from the way-overthought-thoughts of the past. I mean ... I used to want to be perfect. Now I don't mind being messy. A little messy. Maybe a lot messy, before it balances out. I've always been introspective and a little bit wild. That only takes you so far, and what I'm hoping is it leads down paths of channeled greatness. Channels like writing ... and song. And love for myself and other people, places and things. See? Times haven't changed that much. I was a really, sentimental, sweet, loving drunk as well. It's true! Just some times I could not stand.
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