honeymoon over

Is the short term pleasure worth the kick in the end? Should a couple not have a child if they know that at the end of the child's first year of life that it will die or be kidnapped?

I'm not one to make logical arguments. The reasoning of philosophy doesn't go beyond what I feel mostly. I'm good at writing, but not at capturing--with words--the emotions that stir to make Jeremy Soup.

A new paragraph and ten minutes later. I was staring forward playing out a scenario in my head. One where I'm in therapy and trying to express myself and as my feelings start to spill out the go from impatience to sadness & grief. The hardest balance for me in any relationship is leaving my individuality in place while also supressing it for the good of the whole. But am I whole at all when I do this? Or am I full of holes?

Though I didn't wake with a headache and took pain medication when I got up anyway, I now feel that as feelings flush over my heart to my head that the throbbing pain is there; perhaps just masked by a new haircut and a fresh shave...

Lyrics mean what they mean to whomever. I've learned that my meaning in my own writing isn't always absolute. People really do see what they want to see. It's that power that makes up exceptional sometimes. It's that gift that blinds us to something so simple.

ANGEL

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here.