Every now and then I fall apart
November 1. My benefit show. Lovely friends in attendance, on both sides of the VIP line, and still, something felt like it was missing. I suppose if I could put my finger on exactly what, then I could fill that void, couldn't I?
Girl, you're gonna carry that weight. Carry that weight a long time.
Flashback. October 31. Standing in the doorway, watching parents walk away, their children held by the hand, bags and little plastic pumpkins full of candy. I wanted to give something a little less processed, a little more organic, but we can't always get, nor give, what we want. Sometimes, it's what's at hand. What's convenient. It's just what's done. I watched a young couple. The older couldn't have been more than 22, if I'm any judge. The girl was younger still, and dressed like a zombie bride, with red-spattered lace. She carried the baby, he carried the candy bucket. The little girl, dressed like Cinderella, wouldn't have been able to manage any of the cnady in the bucket, and they had the good grace to smile sheepishly. I gave them each two bars, and one to grow on, and they fairly skipped away, grinning and smooching, and it made me feel very lonely. I spent the rest of the night in front of the stereo, listening to music with my headphones on and my porch light out.
Just what God needs...one more victim.
Girl, you're gonna carry that weight. Carry that weight a long time.
Flashback. October 31. Standing in the doorway, watching parents walk away, their children held by the hand, bags and little plastic pumpkins full of candy. I wanted to give something a little less processed, a little more organic, but we can't always get, nor give, what we want. Sometimes, it's what's at hand. What's convenient. It's just what's done. I watched a young couple. The older couldn't have been more than 22, if I'm any judge. The girl was younger still, and dressed like a zombie bride, with red-spattered lace. She carried the baby, he carried the candy bucket. The little girl, dressed like Cinderella, wouldn't have been able to manage any of the cnady in the bucket, and they had the good grace to smile sheepishly. I gave them each two bars, and one to grow on, and they fairly skipped away, grinning and smooching, and it made me feel very lonely. I spent the rest of the night in front of the stereo, listening to music with my headphones on and my porch light out.
Just what God needs...one more victim.