Second round of laundry done. So I can relax, take a seat and a smoke. What am I thinking of? Polar Express. Why? Because it seems to have one of the best soundtracks ever recorded in the world. I could never describe this music in words. It's spine-shivering, a tear jerker, and just so awesomely beautiful. And if you need a good cry, then go on and try it, it will lessen any amount of stress to zilch.
Sometimes I cannot help but cry. I've cried because I was in mourning, I've cried because a relationship ended suddenly, I've cried because I was sad and lonely. Now I cry because I cannot help it, emotions overwhelm me, and my mind starts pumping blood as in 100 km per hour. No, these aren't sad tears. They are tears of impatience, tears of not knowing what is happening now just 5 minutes away. Out there lies the wilderness. In here lies all the comfort in the world. Out there lies a lot of tears, loneliness, sadness and emptiness. And nobody would listen. We lack badly in the listening department, we think we adults have it all down to a Tee. But we don't. And finally someone is listening. The make-believe is over. It's no use resisting a determined little someone who has had enough of being out in the wilderness and only wants to be brought back into comfort. People should never learn to be lonely. Little people especially. Walking with their hands in their pockets, with an air of desperateness is not a picture one should see. But we do, and I have. And it makes me all the more certain. I am no Mother Goose. But I keep my promises. Always, without fail.
Sometimes I cannot help but cry. I've cried because I was in mourning, I've cried because a relationship ended suddenly, I've cried because I was sad and lonely. Now I cry because I cannot help it, emotions overwhelm me, and my mind starts pumping blood as in 100 km per hour. No, these aren't sad tears. They are tears of impatience, tears of not knowing what is happening now just 5 minutes away. Out there lies the wilderness. In here lies all the comfort in the world. Out there lies a lot of tears, loneliness, sadness and emptiness. And nobody would listen. We lack badly in the listening department, we think we adults have it all down to a Tee. But we don't. And finally someone is listening. The make-believe is over. It's no use resisting a determined little someone who has had enough of being out in the wilderness and only wants to be brought back into comfort. People should never learn to be lonely. Little people especially. Walking with their hands in their pockets, with an air of desperateness is not a picture one should see. But we do, and I have. And it makes me all the more certain. I am no Mother Goose. But I keep my promises. Always, without fail.
