Happiness is lost on me and sadness futile...I am succombing to a dark haze.
I am afraid that I am resolved in my decision - a decision that I never wanted to make but somehow knew I must.
All we can do is keep breathing...all I can do is keep breathing.
I think that...somehow, the breath is my tether to present...however I show up.
The above line, 'all I can do is...' is from an Ingrid Michaelson song. Music is my refuge - I really cling to good lyrics and when I listen to Ingrid's music, I trust her with my pain because I can hear her own.
One of her songs repeats 'I just wanna be ok' another 'I want to change the world but I sleep...' and there is 'the sky looks pissed, the wind talks back...my bones are shifting in my skin and you my love are gone.'
Her music can hold my pain because, at times, it's the place from which she sings - she opens herself, exposing the rawness of her experience.
I will level out and come back into my equilibrium...I must.
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