Thursday, November 22, 2012

Stranded at the outskirts

Always. Never can seem to find the way home. The bad dream that never ends.








What do you say
When it's all gone away,
"Baby, I didn't mean to hurt you?"
Truth spoke in whispers will tear you apart
No matter how hard you resist it.


It never rains when you want it to.


Humble Me by Kevin Breit, sung by Norah Jones

1 comment:

Sweetbriar said...

"Lord, please, please forgive me"

What's it gonna take for the punishments to stop coming? It's how it feels, even if it isn't true. How do I get out of this old, familiar trap? All I want is a place at the table, and now I can't even THINK about it without tripping the lever and being caught like a beastie of the forest. Lion, bear, or beaver makes no difference, there's always a trap waiting.

"It is for freedom that you were set free." Galations 1