Coming Back To Life

Sleepless nights are for those with weary hearts, or for philosophers. I'm not sure which of these I am. My nights seem destined to be restless, with my mind bordering on the edge of sleep but unable to cross over to the land of tranquil dreams.

Perhaps a part of the reason lies in the subconscious weight I carry with me at all times. Nevertheless, even after an explosion of sorts, life still goes on.

This past week has been like the calm after a storm. You pause for a moment and take stock of the devastation caused, see what you can salvage and then move forward with your life. You're still a little wary, should another tempest befall you again. Still, things slowly fall back into place and you realize that all is not lost, not yet, and perhaps not for a long time...

The songs you listen to can often be so astoundingly appropriate that it seems as though they'd been spying on your soul. And yes, Floyd never got it more right than this.

"I took a heavenly ride through our silence

I knew the moment had arrived

For killing the past and coming back to life".