Someone I know recently accused me of being afraid of love. I scoffed: me? A consummate flirt, a serial monogamist, afraid of love? How ridiculous.
But he's right. I am. Scared to death.
Love is like dynamite, or that highly explosive clear liquid in a bottle they tote around in action films (what's it called?). It's hard to handle, hard to control, easy to underestimate.
Wars are fought over it. Suicides and murders often have it at their core. It is the stuff of life, for heaven's sake.
Anyone who is not scared of it is not seeing the big picture!
Another Song about the Rain
Cracker, 1995, from the album Greenland
Wind of fate has pried us loose
Light of mercy hurts my eyes
Is it worth the things you lose
To board the train and watch the sky?
I sing myself to sleep at night
I sing myself to sleep
Another song about the rain
Coming down, it burns through me
Another song about the rain
Got a line straight from my heart
There was a time, it ran to you
Another place where we were smart
Before the flood and time was through
I sing myself to sleep at night
I sing myself to sleep
Another song about the rain
Coming down it burns through me
Another song about the rain
Sorry now I never made you see
Sorry now sounds so far away
Will our child cry for me
When he hears the dragon's flame?
Highway flares make red the streets
My fingers spin the dial again
But every station on to me, yeah
Another song about the rain
Another song about the rain
Never rained so viciously
3 comments:
you and me both. i'll join you on that one. I have been with my husband for ten years now (married for 4) and I still can't give myself up completely. It's about being able to trust someone else with yourself and your feelings, it's very hard. But i'm learning as i go along, and i am lucky enough to have a very patient, very understanding, loving partner.
take care!
Sounds like you hit the jackpot, CeCe.
Nice blog you hhave
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