Sometimes a day comes when what is closest to you is almost in danger of slipping away for good, all in a matter of seconds. You're rattled then, jolted out of a reverie where you'd begun to take what is dearest for granted. The spear to the heart does serve one purpose though: you wake up and realize that you'd been slipping away, and dragging down those closest to you in the process.
Nothing is worth the weathering of one's soul, all the things that make you who you are. The cost is too much to bear. While this is not a realization that I've come to arrive at today, I did understand that I cannot sit back with such insights and do nothing about it.
Otherwise, this is what my life will be. Permanently.
"A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal...
A handshake of carbon monoxide..."
I started listening to Radiohead tonight because I couldn't sleep. It's funny how a song picked up at random speaks volumes about the day. And life in general too, I suppose.
This must change. I must change.
"No alarms and no surprises please".
Nothing is worth the weathering of one's soul, all the things that make you who you are. The cost is too much to bear. While this is not a realization that I've come to arrive at today, I did understand that I cannot sit back with such insights and do nothing about it.
Otherwise, this is what my life will be. Permanently.
"A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal...
A handshake of carbon monoxide..."
I started listening to Radiohead tonight because I couldn't sleep. It's funny how a song picked up at random speaks volumes about the day. And life in general too, I suppose.
This must change. I must change.
"No alarms and no surprises please".
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