Can I confess these things...

Night Time
The xx
listen
You mean that much to me
And it's hard to show
Gets hectic inside of me
When you go
Can I confess these things
To you
I don't know
Embedded in my chest
And it
Hurts to hold

I couldn't spill my heart
My eyes gleam looking in from the dark
I walk out in stormy weather
Hold my words, keep us together
Steady walking but bound to trip
Should release but just tighten my grip

Night time
Sympathize
I've been working on
White lies
So I'll tell the truth
I'll give it up to you
And when the days come
It will have all been fun
We'll talk about it soon

I couldn't spill my heart
My eyes gleam
Looking in from the dark
I walk out in stormy weather
Hope my words keep us together
Steady walking but bound to trip
Should release but just tighten my grip

Night time
Sympathize
I've been working on
White lies
So I'll tell the truth
I'll give it up to you
And when the days come
It will have all been fun
We'll talk about it soon

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Haven't written here in a little while. Not out of a desire to not write, but rather because I didn't quite know what to say.

Life is complicated. It isn't fair nor easy. It's all too short and often filled with disappointment. But it has its moments when it is beautiful, passionate, vibrant and full [for me].

The last few months have been all of that, and more.

Details are necessary, but at the same time insignificant.

I am alive.

I am grateful for what and who I have in my life.

And I have realized that I’m alright with bittersweet… it doesn’t have to be all sunshine and roses.



Image with Vaunt by Corwin Prescott, October 2009