Who are you Delilah?
I want to wake up. Where are you?
I’ve woken up alone for the last few years. Today is the first time I’ve woken up lonely. I don’t know how many more times I can’t go to sleep alone without this feeling of loneliness threatening to consume the only piece of me that moves forward anymore. I move through life like sand in an hour glass, oblivious and powerless to change the flow of time. Realizing that I am a lone grain of sand, just falling through the narrows of life, is not something I needed.
I NEED something good to happen this day. This is a literal need. This morning is 20 minutes old and I am ready to go to bed and call the day done. Yet, somehow I know that today will be a huge let down.
No good writing. No moral. Just this vast emptiness. I don’t even feel like faking it today. I will fake it later or tomorrow or the next day. It will get better and those two songs need to be merged into some beautiful story… but for now I am just going to enjoy feeling heavy and miserable.