Bear it with a song
….so I bear it with help of the song. there’s the day to day and I’m doing fine. basically and/or personally. But always I feel the breezes of other shores like the women and kids walking to wells walking to hells..and I’m not so great as to go there and be ‘with’ them or make phonecalls to do something helpful all the time..but the breezes..they’re hard ones. Same as family and families. I mean it’s such a cool idea but it’s hard..every misunderstanding in the world can be found in a family between children and parents and brothers and sisters.
The winds. The breezes. I feel them. the ripples of little things being dropped in near or far away ponds. Or things falling from skies that make the ponds go away. Way- too-big-things. Sometimes we get things that are way too big for us you see. And though I personally don’t get them all the time, I feel the getting. Everyone somewhere is receiving too much. And somebody somewhere is getting too much. And it doesn’t matter if it’s you or not if you think about it. Me..I think about it, so I write songs to spread the weight out…and bear it with a song. My weight or yours or both or all of it. No, I don’t write a lot of happy songs, but I’m fucking funny in person. Peace, Deb