Mostly, I just believe that I’m never going to stop learning what it is I believe.
And you’re as ruined and wasted as the day you promised them you’d never see him again.
Jeff Buckley - “Hallelujah”
Well maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who out drew ya
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen in the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
and then you see them in goddamn traffic and realize you’re as fucked up over it as the day you put all the puzzle pieces together to see the big picture that was hidden from you in the first place.
The day the wolves showed up at the door peddling their bag of sheepish lies.
The day they scared you into saying goodbye.
The day you thought you’d surely die.
Because he died.
Always a one man wrecking crew that one.
Frightening and relevant.
Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong… (Taken with Instagram at Home…Where my heart is.)