Breaking down….
A friend referenced to this song during a discussion we were having. The general gist of the song is not along the lines of an attitude I would encourage, but sometimes, there’s lyrics that better define your condition than any words in your head. But maybe that’s just me.
It is always such a relief to find words that relay what I’m feeling. I don’t think there’s many things more discouraging to a writer than not being able to find the right description. It almost seems from time to time that it’s like a sickness plaguing me and burdening me with all of these external symptoms, but no diagnosis comes back from any tests. It isn’t even the diagnosis that frightens you, it’s the not knowing. In fact, oftentimes, once you have that label, diagnosis, whatever, you exhale. It’s the sigh of relief….it’s knowledge.
To have a writer/singer-songwriter/speaker conveying words that find you exclaiming “That’s it!!!” “That’s what I feel inside!!!” “You said it, you spoke it, you know it!!!!” is just liberating. It’s my exhale. Not even so much to what the “prognosis” is from the label, just having it put into words is comfort in and of itself.
But—–like I said——maybe it’s just me….and if it is…that’s okay. Again, don’t be disturbed by this…I’m really okay, just weeding through some things and thoughts. It’s just a fraction of the label! Prog
nosis is excellent!
(Smiles)
Kristie
Sleeping off Sickness —-City and Colour
I awoke only to find my lungs empty,
And through the night, so it seems I’m not breathing.
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be,
And I’m breaking down, I think I’m breaking down.And I’m afraid to sleep because of what haunts me,
Such as living with the uncertainty
That I’ll never find the words to say which would completely explain
Just how I’m breaking down
Someone come and, someone come and save my life
Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead,
But now it’s like the night is taking sides
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be this misery will suffice?I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill
And like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to ill
Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divide could swallow me whole
Oh, how I’m breaking downSomeone come and, someone come and save my life
Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead,
But now it’s like the night is taking up sides
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be this misery will suffice.
