sometimes i feel so.... blank. like something is missing but i've no idea what, and the not knowing is the part that's so ultimately frustrating. i've everything to be grateful for: brett, amazing friends, good relationship with family, good job... and yet, something is not right, and i simply cannot put my finger on what that not right might be. granted, i've been struggling as of late.. the past couple months have been less than ideal, but i'm on the mend... i'm completely aware of all this and still, somehow, i just can't find the peace i feel is lacking.
i've heard it's common to struggle with depression after quitting smoking, but it's never been a problem in the past, and quitting wasn't hard. it was more like i flipped a switch. can my lack of hand to mouth combined with deep breathing be the something? i doubt it.
anyways...
i am a stone
The spokes revolved, I was leaning toward your side and I tumbled over
I scraped off the skin from my palms and I tried to disguise all the harm done
Cause you, oh no, you don’t need to know – I’m a stone
And all these things I will oversee, like what you do for me, but when it’s gone it’s gone
My arms are crossed, my hope is lost; all it turned to dust that lines the hallways of
these walls divine in five mile radii from all the points of our interaction
But you, oh no, you don’t need to know – I’m a stone
Leave it at Godspeed, recite how I don’t need those now twisting me so severely
And all things aligned, caustic thoughts define my fiber as something callous
For this machine what is there to think, when in between the shapes you let your guard down
But you, oh no, you’ll come by my door like you did before
And head in hands, you know the fact of it – what there is an how we might still call for it
This sparked stretch of ours, don’t be sad it’s over
-libbie linton
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Dear God Lindsay! I feel like the exact same way....it's indescribable to me, but you somehow put it to words. you're awesome. love you.
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