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Old Aug 24, 2006, 02:44 AM
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bleh to the inner torments and thank goodness musicians and lyricists came up with words to capture some of what it can be like. left to our own the writings are bland, non sequiturs of little use...even to us!

the music listened to and lyrics printed out before leaving today were quite something. tonight's project is to burn cd for therapist as we gave copy of lyrics print outs today. tomorrow therapist wants to hear songs.

sharing has consequences. sometimes good. sometimes bad. feels bad even if good. that's how twisted up almost any abuse survivor may feel at times.

the fear of the office. the fear of that office. the fear of what can/does/might/will/won't/is/isn't/happening in that office. that fear is what brings out those songs which bring out those lyrics which describe one one hundredth of what is really going on inside. not that it makes sense. not that it ever made sense.

if only they could see what it takes, not gives, but takes to put forth the words and even moreso to make those words coherent. if only.

hafta attempt the ice cream cone tomorrow as today we managed all we could and considering the amount of social time necessary in errands accomplished we're not gonna beat down on what didn't happen.......tomorrow we'll go for ice cream and take dog to beach after therapy. already something to look forward to in this sea of bizarre pops of awareness and then heavily falling funks we currently call life.
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