Day after day
Love turns gray
Like the skin on the dying man
And night after night
We pretend it's all right
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun, anymore
And I can feel
One of all my turns coming on
I feel
Cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum
When I am low a low dark song can cheer me up as I think that it is not as bad as that. When I am up, then I can relate to the song and think that I understand and emphasize with that.
I know a lot and I know that Thoughts are Ego and Ego is Thoughts, it's what we let control us and allow to have cause and effect.
I have had a few ego's; I am mutable by nature and I have destroyed them. Currently I am in a place where the rebuild is uncertain, no plan, nothing a zero point.
And then I see something like this that really strikes a chord: "When your world falls apart, pick up only the pieces that you like. Build your new life from what you love." a quote from the twitter of @crystalbutterfl
The above quote in my knowing is a truth; I only need to find the pieces I like.
