Closer...
I have this small voice. A lot of times it is wrong, but only because I think it is. This is already sounding ridiculously redundant so let's do this over.
I'm seriously worried that the things I aspire to be, are coming dangerously close to my grasp. The dead weight of a love gone wrong has started shedding with my body fat. The moment I stopped searching for love, it showed up at my doorstep. I was brave enough to invite it in...and now he's meeting my family this weekend. I'm excited to be introducing someone who has been so pivotal in my recovery. By the small things he does, the reminders daily of the way he felt when he first met me (months before Jerry and I broke up), the fact that he tried to keep Jerry and I together before he acted on his own feelings, and that above all he wanted to be my friend just enriches my spirit with a sense of comfort and the divine feeling of being wanted. e's patiently waiting for me to wrap this up, so I will touch on some other points briefly before it's off to get pancakes.
There are still so many concerns when it comes to what direction I am headed in. My addiction and need for music has kept my eyes on a career in music since I was old enough to place that Yamaha keyboard on my lap and pick up songs with no lessons at all at the age of 6. In all of my darkest moments, there the music was. As I grew and the keys of the keyboard shrunk under my fingertips, I never lost that want to play. That want to perform and to speak though song. At 24, I am finally in the position to make those childhood fantasies a reality. It still cracks me up to think back to when I was about 8 and I would write letters to Immature, sending my lyrics and begging them to let me sing for them. I must of played my Lenny Kravitz "Mama Said"album so much, my older sister knew the words long before she started getting into him.
In closing, we all have a gift...it's what we do with it that truly matters. According to the release of my song on Ministry of Sound...I'm on the right path with mine.
Soyez bien,mon amie.
I'm seriously worried that the things I aspire to be, are coming dangerously close to my grasp. The dead weight of a love gone wrong has started shedding with my body fat. The moment I stopped searching for love, it showed up at my doorstep. I was brave enough to invite it in...and now he's meeting my family this weekend. I'm excited to be introducing someone who has been so pivotal in my recovery. By the small things he does, the reminders daily of the way he felt when he first met me (months before Jerry and I broke up), the fact that he tried to keep Jerry and I together before he acted on his own feelings, and that above all he wanted to be my friend just enriches my spirit with a sense of comfort and the divine feeling of being wanted. e's patiently waiting for me to wrap this up, so I will touch on some other points briefly before it's off to get pancakes.
There are still so many concerns when it comes to what direction I am headed in. My addiction and need for music has kept my eyes on a career in music since I was old enough to place that Yamaha keyboard on my lap and pick up songs with no lessons at all at the age of 6. In all of my darkest moments, there the music was. As I grew and the keys of the keyboard shrunk under my fingertips, I never lost that want to play. That want to perform and to speak though song. At 24, I am finally in the position to make those childhood fantasies a reality. It still cracks me up to think back to when I was about 8 and I would write letters to Immature, sending my lyrics and begging them to let me sing for them. I must of played my Lenny Kravitz "Mama Said"album so much, my older sister knew the words long before she started getting into him.
In closing, we all have a gift...it's what we do with it that truly matters. According to the release of my song on Ministry of Sound...I'm on the right path with mine.
Soyez bien,mon amie.
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