I arrived home yesterday. I didn't really want to stop driving. It wasn't the driving itself that I enjoyed, but the time with myself, by myself, listening to my music, singing to my music, feeling for one of the few times in my life that I was truly free.
My car-karaoke, golden moment belonged to U2's 'Love Rescue Me'. What an amazing song.
Love rescue me
Come forth and speak to me
Raise me up and don't let me fall
No man is my enemy
My own hands imprison me
Love rescue me
Many strangers have I met
On the road to my regret
May lost who seek to find themselves in me
They ask me to reveal
The very thoughts they would conceal
Love rescue me...
In the cold mirror of a glass
I see my reflection pass
I see the dark shades of what I used to be
I see the purple of her eyes
The scarlet of my lies
Love rescue me
I'm really not looking forward to work tomorrow. I know it makes it a short week - but I just don't think I'm ready to go back to the fight again. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach already making an appearance. Somebody, rescue me.
SB xx
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