Hangover

Last lifetime I almost overdosed on your love
Cos this time around I'm permanently tipsy

With your name on the tongue of my tip
Can't even speak right
Can't even sleep
And I'm missing your voice, your choice and thoughts
I guess I ought to stop looking for intoxication

No need to inflate this drumming in my brain
When I try to release this pain in my chest
I got to rest. I need to chill
I need to chill.

But then I see you smile
And all my hardwork ain't worthwhile anymore
Just a festering sore and no amount of drinking milk is going to calm it
Just drinking rum to block out some of your, some of you, summertime
Or at least I try

And at least a generation later I'm still trying to ease my soul
Ease my soul
Ease my soul

~Love Hangover
Jettrics feat. Adefunke

silence

I just need a little silence. Sometimes I have so much going on in my head I can't breathe. Whoever created the saying "it will heal with time" is an ignorant liar. It doesn't and nobody should fool themselves into thinking so. It just gets to the point where you don't think about it everyday but when you do, it hits you with the same lasting intensity.

I waited for my 16th, I waited for my puppy. It never came. I wanted you to hear me play. I was good. I wanted you to see me dance. I was good.

I miss the butterfly kisses, the graceful flutters, the warm cocoon.

Let go of me~~

I have a problem with detachment. I seem to lack this ability - horribly lack. Buddhists believe that attachment is the reason for all suffering in this world. I have to say that I can see where they're coming from, to a certain extent. The only reason we hurt, or get angry, upset, regretful, bitter and emotional about things is because we become attached. To work, to commodities, to people, to things.

Sometimes I wish I had a magical pair of scissors that allowed me to cut the string when the time came to do so. Instead of having to work through all the crap. Or I wish I was more like some of my friends who just wake up and it's gone - *poof* just like that.

It will be 3 years tomorrow. I really should get over it. He has.