i am not sad. i am just…without.  it is late. they all go about their own lives. i am not lonely. i am just…without. it’s hard to explain when you were born the daughter of a solitary man.  it is dark, and my typewriter gathers dust. i balance on my windowsill, one leg dangling out the window. this is the world i’ve entered.

Say it will be alright

And I shall believe

I’m broken in two

And I know you’re on to me

That I only come home

When I’m so all alone

But I do believe

That not everything is gonna be the way

You think it ought to be

It seems like every time I try to make it right

It all comes down on me

Please say honestly you won’t give up on me

And I shall believe

And I shall believe

excerpt – “I Shall Believe” (Sheryl Crow)


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