There's a song called "The Wind That Shakes the Barley" that just sends shivers up my spine everytime I hear it. It's sad, and beautiful, and so full filled of emotion. And a capella... which is a lovely change every once in a while.
Thank you all for your support, you guys are awesome. Me? I'm in a much better mood. But I need to get myself some sleep here... I haven't had a full night's rest in a very long time... and I'm not really sure why. Spending too much time playing games, more than likely, but also sorting things through my mind. If I thought for a few moments that I could get to sleep, I'd probably lay down... but it feels like I need to stay awake to give my mind time to play over things... so I stay awake. And my mind plays... and nothing is resolved... but I feel that if I just give it that next hour, or day, or week, something will begin to puzzle it's merry way through my sub-concious into something a little more... physical? Tangible? Whatever.
So I wait... and I type little quixotic rants on my many little journals... and write out little fleshy pieces of poetry that will never see the light of day.
I think I'm done. *mwah*
T'was hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us.
But harder still to bear the shame
of foreign chains around us.
And so I said the mountain glen
I'll meet at morning early.
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley
Thank you all for your support, you guys are awesome. Me? I'm in a much better mood. But I need to get myself some sleep here... I haven't had a full night's rest in a very long time... and I'm not really sure why. Spending too much time playing games, more than likely, but also sorting things through my mind. If I thought for a few moments that I could get to sleep, I'd probably lay down... but it feels like I need to stay awake to give my mind time to play over things... so I stay awake. And my mind plays... and nothing is resolved... but I feel that if I just give it that next hour, or day, or week, something will begin to puzzle it's merry way through my sub-concious into something a little more... physical? Tangible? Whatever.
So I wait... and I type little quixotic rants on my many little journals... and write out little fleshy pieces of poetry that will never see the light of day.
I think I'm done. *mwah*
T'was hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us.
But harder still to bear the shame
of foreign chains around us.
And so I said the mountain glen
I'll meet at morning early.
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley
Lexi