Know I think of you
I'm sitting in my car listening to music that I could just as easily listen to inside my home but I've just seemed to realize that this is the only place I have that truely belongs to me. The darkness around me belongs to everyone, these lyrics and beats to their creators but the vibrations against my thighs are mine alone.
The sense of truely owning very little is both very fulling and very, I don't know, seperating. I feel overly out of touch with the rest of the world, while at the same time being more up to date with the rest of the worlds doings than I have been in a long time. Really though, isn't all of that incredibly superficial? But if it is what is it that truely matters? I honestly can't think of a damn thing that does. Certainly not these emotions that I or anyone else feel. When we leave this world they'll be gone with no true lasting impact. Just like everything else in the long run.
I know I say this everytime I infrequently write but I really miss writing. Why don't I make it more of a priority if I know it makes me feel the way I do now?
Someone else must feel this way.
In the hush of a song
The breath between words
We find a moment of pure understanding.
The wisdom of a heart pounding
Doing what it was always meant to be doing.
We speak in these words that have no meaning
But expect everyone to know what we mean
There is no direction
And still we keep turning.
There must be some reason
To have no resolution
A purpose that despite all the feelings
I can't find that perfect place of understanding.
May I just take a moment to recommed in all my unworthiness the band Priory who seems to touch me everytime I hear one of their songs.
Lots of love
Kiri
The sense of truely owning very little is both very fulling and very, I don't know, seperating. I feel overly out of touch with the rest of the world, while at the same time being more up to date with the rest of the worlds doings than I have been in a long time. Really though, isn't all of that incredibly superficial? But if it is what is it that truely matters? I honestly can't think of a damn thing that does. Certainly not these emotions that I or anyone else feel. When we leave this world they'll be gone with no true lasting impact. Just like everything else in the long run.
I know I say this everytime I infrequently write but I really miss writing. Why don't I make it more of a priority if I know it makes me feel the way I do now?
Someone else must feel this way.
In the hush of a song
The breath between words
We find a moment of pure understanding.
The wisdom of a heart pounding
Doing what it was always meant to be doing.
We speak in these words that have no meaning
But expect everyone to know what we mean
There is no direction
And still we keep turning.
There must be some reason
To have no resolution
A purpose that despite all the feelings
I can't find that perfect place of understanding.
May I just take a moment to recommed in all my unworthiness the band Priory who seems to touch me everytime I hear one of their songs.
Lots of love
Kiri