'one last kiss, one only. then i'll let you go.'

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

I.feel.hopeless. The strangest thing though, it's numbing. After the break down, you sorta' just sit. No emotion, at least not visible. And your heart just sinks, as far as it possibly can, without completely falling out of place. I think just about everyone has felt that feeling. No matter what the cause. A broken heart, a dying spirit, and in the worst of cases, a lost soul. No one ever expects to get lost, but somewhere along the way, we wander from the trail. It's far from easily explained. And as much as we speculate, and try to figure out where things went wrong, and try to remember the exact moment we lost our way, we can't seem to recall how we could have wondered so far from living. Because that's exactly what we've stopped doing; living. Most of us, drift through life, never knowing how to get out of the rut we now call 'our lives'. It's depressing really, but that's how it is. And no matter how much we say, 'oh that's not me', or 'i'm not that weak', we all have been there, or will be there at some point. So i guess the question isn't how to avoid, but how to find our way back. It can seem like there's no way out, and everything has fallen apart, too broken to put back together. And it's easy to say, we'll, just move on. But for some reason, our minds, hearts, and souls, they won't allow it. It's like we're addicted to the pain. We say we don't want to hurt anymore, we don't want to suffer. But without the suffering, what's left? How do we know anything is ever real, if we don't suffer some sort of pain. i mean, What is happiness anyways. We know it's fun, and we know it's a choice, yet every single day, person after person, chooses to stay where they are; in the dark. We suffer in silence, and for every second we're there, we feel alive. As much as we say we want it to go away, we want to fix it, we continue to leave ourselves behind, slowly losing who we were. Maybe it's just too hard, maybe this is the way it's suppose to be. Everyone suffering. But what about the music? I mean, if we were meant to hurt, alone, why would God send us music. That sounds corny, but everyone KNOWS it's true. music heals. and it has for centuries, and it will continue to after we're gone. That's the only real comfort we have. i mean, no matter how bitter, how pissed off at the world, how low a person has fallen, everyone can come to common ground on that statement alone. because it's true. music heals everything.

DMB-love