Who am I?
I've been listening to this song over and over and over again and again:
The song is called "Promise" by Ben Howard:
Who am I?
Who am I?
I come alone here.
I come alone.
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The song is called "Promise" by Ben Howard:
And meet me there, bundles of flowers, we wait through the hours of cold
Winter shall howl at the walls, tearing down doors of time
Shelter as we go
And promise me this; you'll wait for me only, scared of the lonely arms
Surface, far below these words
Maybe, just maybe I'll come home
Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I?
Going to tell you stories of mine
Who am I?
Who am I, darling for you?
Who am I?
Could be a burden in time, lonely
Who am I, to you?
Who am I, darling for you?
Who am I?
Going to be a burden
Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I?
I come alone here
I come alone here
Who am I?
Who am I?
I come alone here.
I come alone.
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posted by Jonas | 2/25/2012 10:37:00 PM
3 Comments:
I'm watching the video and thinking how familiar it feels... aloneness and darkness. I wonder if that's why I seek this solitude out...because it feels familiar. It feels HOMEY. How sick is that? Is that sick? Anyway....Who am I. Yes. Perhaps we'll always wonder. We are not done.
Alone isn't scary or sick, alone is necessary, at some point I need to be alone to shake off the characters I become when I'm not alone. Maybe alone is the only time I'm real. So alone feels right, and good, and I leave those characters in a heap by the door, when I'm alone I'm home and comfortable. On Sunday I do the laundry, wash and press those characters so I can use them again and again and again when I can't be alone.
It's true, Annie...we are not done.
I see life much the same as you, "beachsiggy". Thanks for dropping by and thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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