Tag: Ingrid Michaelson

Good Morning..

It’s half past 12…. I have a monstrous headache that is killing me…..

I cannot sleep….

The Way I Am ~ Ingrid Michaelson

I might be a whole lot of other things…but I am mostly   conflicted… 99% of the time..

“If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I’d find a match.
Cause I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am”

When I think of time sometimes I feel like I am filling it in a little match box…..

The airy fairy talk….is so far from the truth…..

Loose ends…..or was it unfinished busines..

“If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I’ll make it better.
Cause I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am”

Why are we always on wrong frequencies…. did you say what I thought I heard? or did I hear what you did not say?

I long to fly the white flag….

Tell you I am tired…..

Make peace with me….

Let me tell you all that I want you to someday forget….

Or am I disturbing your peace and sanity while losing mine?

“I’d buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.
Cause I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.”

Sobriety of my thoughts will not cease until they have been let free to damage yours….

Forbid me to…..

Speak to me unkind once more so I will retreat maybe this time forever……

Don’t look through me as you always do……was I so cruel……

Do you spite the memory in spite of their insignificance…..

Why is complexity a mere simplicity when I am with you?

Whimsical Rain Drops….

Whimsical rain drops....

Not as whimsical as the title suggests it to be… I must admit not the best day to write….well not like I write something monumentally life changing everyday…. but anyway before I digress and talk about what an incompetent writer I am….. I will move on….

As the days get colder,,, it rains for hours and days…. it’s not the feel good…. “Man…I feel pretty damn fine today, with the rain falling”  kinda feeling…..

It’s the dreadfully cold, avoid the puddle…shoot my shoes are wet…. I hate to walk in the rain kinda feeling….

I do feel guilty for making this post pointless…. but looking at the picture while listening to the song maybe a  fraction of the sentiment is conveyed? am hoping it does……

It’s not inspiring to find a perfect song which matches the miserable backdrop… but one song did play on my Ipod which came close ….

A cover of I can’t help falling in love by Ingrid Michaelson……. just the piano….. accompanying her voice….. she sings about wise men and fools….. and how she can’t help it…. how she can’t help falling……

Should she stay? would it be a sin? she asks……

as the river flows…… surely to the sea…..

Please, she says….. “Take my hand” …..

What was strange, was that I did not relate to the song….. Not even remotely…..

I felt like I heard someone’s story….. and for first time I was the stranger……..I asked myself am I wise? or am I just a fool?

Maybe someday watching out of the window…. seeing the rain drops fall , it may feel different….. Maybe it wouldnt be as cold and dreadful….maybe someday I will feel the same way about rain like I did when I was a child….. Maybe it will feel like a whimsical dream….. maybe and someday….

Are somethings really meant to be?