“Who do you need… who do you love… when you come undone??” — Duran Duran
When the music won’t drown out the sobs and you don’t stop shaking and there aren’t enough tissues in the world to mop up the sorrow in your soul and your throat closes so you can’t breathe and the music doesn’t stop… the noise… it doesn’t stop the noise… it doesn’t stop the noise…
…and maybe you’ll die tomorrow, maybe you’re already dying and you just don’t know it yet, maybe you’ll implode from everything crushing you from all sides… and don’t you get tired baby… tired of the secrets, tired of the uncertainty, tired of everything being so damn hard and nothing happening… nothing turning out the way it was supposed to, the way you had it all planned…
…but plans come undone, baby girl, plans come undone…………………
…and every time you get excited about something new something fresh something perfect on the horizon it gets swallowed by the everyday obstacles the everyday horror…
…and the finish-line is right around the corner, you’re almost there just stick it out till tomorrow… and tomorrow… and tomorrow… (and tomorrow)… and how many finish-lines ago was that and why do more keep appearing, in the distance… so far off… so, so, so, far off………..
…and you used to be this happy girl — or were you ever, really? maybe you were and just can’t seem to remember… or maybe you were always a mess… maybe, baby, maybe……….. maybe you’ll be happy tomorrow, or the day after that… or the day after that (or the day after that)… yeh… little girl stop crying it’s not the end of the world…………
…and there could be worse things of course, there could always be worse things, you know this but still… stillllllllll… the music doesn’t drown out the sobs and you can’t stop shaking and there aren’t enough tissues in the world to mop up the sorrow in your soul and your throat closes so you can’t breathe and the music doesn’t stop the noise…
…and stop it stop it stop it STOP IT you’re better than this, so much better than this… and you know it’ll all be alright in the end… in the end it’s all going to be alright…………. shhhh, sweet child, shhhhhhhhh…. but oh God oh God oh God the music doesn’t stop… the noise… it doesn’t stop the noise… it doesn’t stop… the noise…
……And what if who you need, who you love… when you come undone……… isn’t there?
……And maybe never will be?……
— from the Archives: April 14, 2008
