"i think last night,
you were driving circles around me."
being sick turns my emotions delicate and breakable, my vulnerability lying carelessly on my feverish skin. tears come easy, as does anger.
but, your arms around me in the dark, no words exchanged, helped me sleep.
sometimes i think it is in our silence that it makes sense, that in the quiet i can breathe.
coffee on my lips now, and jangled feelings as the day goes on. i really do not feel well, not at all.
your ghost ~ kristin hersh & michael stipe
song of the day