cheers!

so, it’s about 3 a.m. I’m really sad. I’ve listend to music the whole night. to some of the albums I didn’t listen a couple of years now. shame on me. but I feel that now I do understand. it’s all clear for the first time since I got a tumor diagnosed. never felt that alone since.

I know you will not understand this because you’re not in the same situation I’m in right now. But I’ll go ahead anyway, this is just a brain-dump:

To think of my task is chilling. To know I was carefully building the mask I was wearing for two years, swearing I’d tear it off.
I’ve sat in the dark explaining to myself that I’m straining too hard for feelings I ought to find easily.
Called myself Jezebel. I don’t believe.
Before I say that the vows we made weigh like a stone in my heart. Family is family, don’t let this tear us apart.
You lie there, an innocent baby. I feel like the thief who is raiding your home, entering and breaking and taking in every room. I know your
feelings are tender and that inside you the embers still glow. But I’m a shadow, I’m only a bed of blackened coal. Call myself Jezebel for wanting
to leave.
I’m not saying I’m replacing love for some other word to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you. I’m just saying we’ve mistaken one
for thousands of words. And for that mistake, I’ve caused you such pain that I damn that word. I’ve no more ways to hide that I’m a desolate and empty, hollow place inside.
I’m not saying I’m replacing love for some other word to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you. I’m not saying love’s a plaything. No, it’s a powerful word, inspired by strong desire to bind myself to you. How I wish that we never had tried to be man and his wife, to weave our lives into a blindfold over both our eyes.

[Jezebel – 10000 Maniacs]

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