"How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls living in a fish bowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears... Wish you were here..."
The more I hear it, the more if truly becomes my personal theme song. I have always deeply enjoyed the voice and sound of Pink Floyd. Like many other GREAT bands, it is almost impossible to pick just one "favorite" song or melody. Al tho, for my personal situation at the moment (and by 'situation' I mean 'my own personal pot of molten lava' and by 'moment' I mean 'the past 4 years') Pink Floyd's "I wish you were here" has done more than speak to me in incredible ways. It has motivated me when I needed motivation, pacified me when I was feeling as tho I was the only one on earth, helped me through loosing a great deal of my heart to bad decisions, and so on.
Of course, seeing as tho I have a vagina, I tend to be more emotional when it comes to music likes and dis-likes. And thus stating that ONE of Pink Floyd's masterpieces as my favorite, in NO WAY means that I do not get just as intense of a feeling from other bands and their music. In short, there are most likely too many songs and parts of songs out there for me to even BEGIN to express my emotions towards. I would, without a doubt, explode from the neck up if I simply tried to untangle them all in my head to jot them on paper.
Alright. So on to the actual reason behind this madness...
As some of you know (all two of you), this past month has been excessively troublesome for me. It has been nothing but hit after hit right to my face, day in and day out. Every time I would get my feet stable enough to walk away from something that was pulling me further towards my grave, with one swift *w000sh* I would be on my ass again, unable to breath from the force of the fall. For the most part, I battled all of this on my own. Tho, there is a great deal of this past months trials that I have two people (who know who they are) to thank for their help. Two people who have done nothing but encourage me to succeed and pick myself back up to continue. For that, I express my undying love and appreciation to you both. I would have never survived without your kind words and loving care. But most of all, I thank you for listening, truly listening to me when all I needed to do was talk about things.
To you both, you are the relish to my hot dog.
The more I hear it, the more if truly becomes my personal theme song. I have always deeply enjoyed the voice and sound of Pink Floyd. Like many other GREAT bands, it is almost impossible to pick just one "favorite" song or melody. Al tho, for my personal situation at the moment (and by 'situation' I mean 'my own personal pot of molten lava' and by 'moment' I mean 'the past 4 years') Pink Floyd's "I wish you were here" has done more than speak to me in incredible ways. It has motivated me when I needed motivation, pacified me when I was feeling as tho I was the only one on earth, helped me through loosing a great deal of my heart to bad decisions, and so on.
Of course, seeing as tho I have a vagina, I tend to be more emotional when it comes to music likes and dis-likes. And thus stating that ONE of Pink Floyd's masterpieces as my favorite, in NO WAY means that I do not get just as intense of a feeling from other bands and their music. In short, there are most likely too many songs and parts of songs out there for me to even BEGIN to express my emotions towards. I would, without a doubt, explode from the neck up if I simply tried to untangle them all in my head to jot them on paper.
Alright. So on to the actual reason behind this madness...
As some of you know (all two of you), this past month has been excessively troublesome for me. It has been nothing but hit after hit right to my face, day in and day out. Every time I would get my feet stable enough to walk away from something that was pulling me further towards my grave, with one swift *w000sh* I would be on my ass again, unable to breath from the force of the fall. For the most part, I battled all of this on my own. Tho, there is a great deal of this past months trials that I have two people (who know who they are) to thank for their help. Two people who have done nothing but encourage me to succeed and pick myself back up to continue. For that, I express my undying love and appreciation to you both. I would have never survived without your kind words and loving care. But most of all, I thank you for listening, truly listening to me when all I needed to do was talk about things.
To you both, you are the relish to my hot dog.
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