“And when the sadness knocks on your door, you welcome it this time.
It forgives you for yelling, for throwing things at it, it forgets the curses you screamed the night it visited you last week. When the sadness comes back, as an old friend, as the death of your lover, you open your door.
You let it in your house.
You two do not speak.
You just sit together.”
“I have reached the dark side of my moon now
I now begin to understand the emptiness of a stained glass
The lonely feeling only bright lights can bring
The fog of summer has dimmed my adventures
And I curse the ancient ways of my soul
For not waking me up sooner
To smell the coffee that was brewed only yesterday.”
“And when the sadness knocks on your door, you welcome it this time.
It forgives you for yelling, for throwing things at it, it forgets the curses you screamed the night it visited you last week. When the sadness comes back, as an old friend, as the death of your lover, you open your door.
You let it in your house.
You two do not speak.
You just sit together.”
“And when the sadness knocks on your door, you welcome it this time.
It forgives you for yelling, for throwing things at it, it forgets the curses you screamed the night it visited you last week. When the sadness comes back, as an old friend, as the death of your lover, you open your door.
You let it in your house.
You two do not speak.
You just sit together.”
