Sunday, March 27, 2011

We're Gonna Make it Work When it Hurts

"For the First Time," The Script

We're gonna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine
Sit talking up all night
Saying things we haven't for a while...
We're smiling but we're close to tears
Even after all these years
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting
For the first time


Oh, these times are hard
(Yeah they're making us crazy)
Don't give up on me, baby

 
Farther apart than we're supposed to be. Once again connected by technology and power lines, touch screens and text messages. You can't read tone through text, they say. You can't hear a heart beat over the telephone. An email won't reveal laugh lines. Sometimes "I miss you" just isn't enough. And while I can "realize how lucky I am" and recognize "how worse off some other people are," sometimes I just need a day to be sad and feel lonely. Sometimes it feels like we're traveling, alone, through our own vast forests of snow or sea. 




Then, as it was
Then again it will be
And though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
-"Ten Years Gone," Led Zeppelin

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