Because words are failing me. Because my lips are dry, my skin is itchy and my allergies are back after a week in a kinder, more humid climate. Because my thoughts refuse to organize and have been insisting on this diabolical behavior for too long now.
Because these days are starting to blur into one in a way that I find unsettling. Because I keep jumping back and forth between plans and I just can't seem to get a grip. Because I'm missing people, and never know how to handle that. Because I get myself down, and then feel guilty for it, which gets me even more down, if that's even a thing. Because I'm still not sure how to measure my both precious and insignificant existence.
But Laura Marling's new album is out. And I have this husband who takes my hand and tells me he loves me with words on a daily basis like he knows I need. So I'm planning on burying myself for a while, into these good things. And not even I know what I mean by that.
"You came here to tell me something I already know. Dark before the dawn is the darkest I can go. The calm before the storm is what leaves me here to breathe. So breathe. Us of constant banging, throwing fists against the wall. Screaming at the earth for what it's done to one and all. I came here to tell you something you already know. Just Breathe. Breathe."