Some days, I am just sad.
Being a sponge, I soak up every feeling I’m exposed to.
I try to surround myself with joyful, peaceful feelings. But there is much, much sadness. I just can’t escape it.
Laura Gibson recorded this song for sad bastards like us. So that we can take a moment to be excused, go curl up in the corner, and cry.
If these bare walls could sing
They would sing a funeral song
They’d push their wooden words in your mouth
But they would not wish to be
A burden to your tongue
They would not wish to carry on too long
With no sorrow
Ask no greater pardon
Than the pattern time is carving in your skin
I hope, I hope, that there is a reason for all this sadness.
Or otherwise, I just don’t know why we feel the way we do.