this is not a sad post

i didn't wake up early but i woke up happy. i couldn't get it together quick enough to make anything grand for breakfast but got it together to make some rice and tea. and i sat next to Josh Ritter playing on my laptop as i ate and i knew some tears were waiting to season the rice in my lap.

its like a train wreck. you go to the pages you know have pictures the little punk on one shoulder is whispering to you to go and look at- even though you know your heart isn't as strong. and you're mixed with these emotions like a new age blues song with some rock n'roll thrown in. you're not sure if you are happy or sad, indifferent or confused.

his small face pulled the tears from inside of me. and the quiet guitar from Josh Ritter kept them falling at a slow and steady pace.

somewhere in the greater universe our paths have crossed. i don't believe we were meant to meet now in this space and time but i know we're connected. i don't know when i'll have the courage to reconnect but it will happen someday.

until that day comes, i'm quite sure he'll keep the conversation going in the tears that get pulled from inside and fall gracefully exposing so many emotions, thoughts and words to the outside. discharging toxins and communicating lots-even when my voice is lost.