Work

I'm not planning on writing anything for a little while. I'm in a strange place. So, for the next few posts I'm going to let other people smarter, cooler, and more important than me speak. (Not that I ever have anything really cool to say)

These are the lyrics to a song I'm currently listening to over and over again. It sums up the place I feel like I'm in right now. Confused.

It's hard work, being Confused.

"Work"

Just in case, I will leave my things packed
So I can run away

I cannot trust these voices
I don't have a line of prospects that can give some kind of peace
There is nothing left to cling to that can bring me sweet release
I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing that's taking all this work

Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"

Empty spaces with shadows hit by streetlights
Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations
In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess of a thief
On the brink of this destruction, on the eve of bittersweet
Now all the demons look like prophets and I'm living out
Every word they speak, every word they speak

Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
Alone, alone, I don't want to be alone

I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing that's taking all this work

*Words and music by Dan Haseltine, Charlie Lowell,
Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark
- from the album Good Monsters