Let it rest.
I usually write my way out of these types of days. The type I'm having today is a day full of ghosts. It started with a dream I had last night and it just kept following me around. I know the healthy thing to do is to find something to keep my mind off it, but sadly, for the normal folk of the world, this isn't how I get my writing done. I had the dream so the pain is fresh in my mind and I let it pour itself all over me. I need it for the scene I'm writing. Now, how my subconscious knew this is a total mystery, but hey, whatever. I'll take what I can get.
Originally I chose this song I'm about to talk about for Arial. It fit what I wanted out of her character. Today, I realized I made the right choice because with my dream pain fresh this song took me right where I needed to go. I mean every single time. So 17 years ago this ghost was created in my head. Wow. 17 years ago. I can't believe it was that long ago. But I was 17 then and wow, I can't believe I'm as old as I am now. lol
Right, back to my very rambling blog post that I really have no idea why I'm writing. *snort* Possibly it's because if I happen to lose the feeling later on when I need it I can come back to this post and reread it. Maybe I'll capture the spirit of the moment again. ;-)
I know I usually grace you guys with some insane poetic song thing that I've written when I'm hurting/angry/frustrated/sad but today I'm going to share another person's work. Simply because I couldn't say it any better than they have and it's illegal to steal other people's words. ;-)
I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore
A fragile frame aged
With misery
And when our eyes meet
I know you see
I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut
I may seem crazy
Or painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye
I feel alone here and cold here
Though I don't want to die
But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside
I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut
Pain
I am not alone
I am not alone
I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore
But I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I found it when
I was cut
The song is Cut by Plumb and it means a whole lot to me. Maybe it doesn't mean so much to you. ;-) But it's Arial and it's her pain.
Here's the video of it, because it's a pretty song, regardless of whether or not it brings out ghosts for you.
Huh, I just read on the comments that this song was featured on Vampire Diaries. They know good music when they hear it, huh? lol
Originally I chose this song I'm about to talk about for Arial. It fit what I wanted out of her character. Today, I realized I made the right choice because with my dream pain fresh this song took me right where I needed to go. I mean every single time. So 17 years ago this ghost was created in my head. Wow. 17 years ago. I can't believe it was that long ago. But I was 17 then and wow, I can't believe I'm as old as I am now. lol
Right, back to my very rambling blog post that I really have no idea why I'm writing. *snort* Possibly it's because if I happen to lose the feeling later on when I need it I can come back to this post and reread it. Maybe I'll capture the spirit of the moment again. ;-)
I know I usually grace you guys with some insane poetic song thing that I've written when I'm hurting/angry/frustrated/sad but today I'm going to share another person's work. Simply because I couldn't say it any better than they have and it's illegal to steal other people's words. ;-)
I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore
A fragile frame aged
With misery
And when our eyes meet
I know you see
I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut
I may seem crazy
Or painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye
I feel alone here and cold here
Though I don't want to die
But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside
I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut
Pain
I am not alone
I am not alone
I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore
But I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I found it when
I was cut
The song is Cut by Plumb and it means a whole lot to me. Maybe it doesn't mean so much to you. ;-) But it's Arial and it's her pain.
Here's the video of it, because it's a pretty song, regardless of whether or not it brings out ghosts for you.
Click to viewHuh, I just read on the comments that this song was featured on Vampire Diaries. They know good music when they hear it, huh? lol