sometimes, just for a moment, i feel the pillow holding me back.
i forget often how i am rarely ever touched by someone with affection, affirmation, protection.
and i'm reminded of that; usually when i'm needing it most, in the times i find myself quietly and anxiously searching for a pillow to squeeze.
every night i listen to the same song while i'm lying in bed,
only loud enough for me to hear.
the repetition comforts me
like the swelling of the oceans waves, lulling back and forth with no end.
there is a blessed assurance in knowing it will always come back.
i listen to it every night. it's like my secret song.
it holds memories and thoughts, honesty and tears of the nights prior and of the nights to come
sometimes i think getting through the winter is the toughest feat, as beautiful she is.
realizing the lonely; clothing your bones in the warmth you've created for yourself and braving the cold.
this battle is heavy laden and not for the faint of heart
-S
link to the song i mentioned: the light -- the album leaf
i listen to it every night. it's like my secret song.
it holds memories and thoughts, honesty and tears of the nights prior and of the nights to come
sometimes i think getting through the winter is the toughest feat, as beautiful she is.
realizing the lonely; clothing your bones in the warmth you've created for yourself and braving the cold.
this battle is heavy laden and not for the faint of heart
-S
link to the song i mentioned: the light -- the album leaf
