It Needs…

By Ray on September 11th, 2009

It needs to be written, but I just can not get the words to come out. It is not the lack of words either, but rather the jumble of a million of them, some even in semi half thoughts and a few making a complete one. But until they can come together coherently with the mad rush of raw emotion, the need will have to remain unsatisfied.

I really do not know when it will be able to be addressed. Some thoughts I have had on the matter so far without really giving it away I have posted as one line tweets. Perhaps a recap of some of those a few that have not made it would be in order.

Sorry I’m not home right now, I’m walking into spider webs; So leave a message, And I’ll call you back. - Certainly not the original intent, but it truly expresses my desire to just pull a blanket over my head and not talk to a soul. Sorry to the world that has tried to get in touch, but do not expect much of that in the near future from me.

Oh, black river… Oh, dear savior… Oh, sweet whiskey, lord… Gonna take my cares away… – Another set of almost coherent thoughts of where I am. So exquisitely stated too and fully right on the mark.

I have been wondering what great trespass I have done to deserve this, but then occurs to me those direct challenges are probably the ones… – It really says what needs to say all on its own.

I am numb.

Currently I am sitting here in a place of comfort to me. A coffee shop in Lexington that has been a frequent place in my past. I find little in the way of solace and usually feel compelled to write but am really unable to muster much even here.