Once I've decided that I've been hurt, I fully explore the depth and severity of the wound and immerse myself in the pain and the sadness, experiencing it to its fullest extent, until it engulfs me. I feel alone. I feel sick. I speak little. I eat little. I sleep too much. I drink too much. I take any opportunity to escape it, if only temporarily, before returning to feel it even more intensely. I sit on the wooden bench on the boathouse porch between the two large speakers and look out over the lake with this song playing at full volume. Sure, it'll pass, but later it'll be back again and it'll be even worse.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukYS3ayVnf8
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