It feels as though i am fighting in an imaginary war. I don't know who I'm fighting against, but i feel the battle scars.
My best friend besides God, you've always been. The only one who never
judges, who'll always be there, who won't make me feel guilty, or sad,
who always listens, who cares. My heart and mind is heavy now...so of
course i run to you. Others have been subjected to you, and weary of
what they've seenn or heard. (Lo siento) I do not mean to hurt or cause
pain to them.
The concert was good, there were a lot of lesbians, and a lot of afro
centric women. There were a few couples, and a few single ,men. Jill
Scott was the best imo..*spoilers* I was fine right up unto the point
she did her song, " he loves me" ...such a powerful
song...man...as hard as i tried to fight it it made me incredibly sad .
I was like , no one even believes that he loved me, but i know he did,
and i know i loved him, so it went belly -up maybe in vain, maybe it
was the best, it's just very frustrating, and draining trying to figure
it out.
Then it makes me think of someone else. Yes , i believe he really could
be all those things Jull sang about, but am i really ready to put my
heart through another trial so soon? Ahh so complicated...why do the
matters of the heart have to be so hard.
On another note, i did the hardest thing i've had to do in quite some
time l*** night, but suprisingly, i think it turned out for the best,
despite what some haters tried to do, i think all will be well.
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