The Monday After

I think that two days of jamming to DMB is just not enough! I want to wake up and head to a concert of his everyday! Last weekend was a memorable one. Shaun and I traveled up to WPB on Friday after work, had our own happy hour in our hotel room and then ventured over to the amphitheatre. Dave rocked on Friday, but he really got down on Saturday. We stood in the pouring rain for what felt like forever before he even came onto the stage, but 5 minutes before he started strumming on his guitar, the rain finally stopped! From that moment on my feet and hips didn't stop moving. I could have danced all night. I am already anticipating next year!

This too shall pass

Today is better than yesterday, but not so much. The dark cloud still hangs over my head. My happy thoughts are being pushed away by the sadness. My emotions are up and down and back and forth. All over the fucking place! Why do I get like this? I have everything to be thankful for. Everything to look forward to. Loving arms to hold me when I lay my head down to sleep at night. Hormones are cruel. Tomorrow ml and I are getting away. We are going to dance and sing and scream for Dave Matthews. We will fall in love all over again, and again, and again. Because I know above all else, our love is "so right".

Insanity

Torture. It's what I do to myself. No one does it better. I drive myself crazy with my out of control thoughts. I don't know where they come from. I can't explain it. I make myself sick with my emotions. I doubt it all. I cry for pain that isn't even real. I cry for a love that is lost when it is still there firmly in my grasp. I am haunted by a face. I am haunted by a name. I am haunted by memories that are not of my own. By pictures that I am not in. How long will this last? Where is this energy coming from? Please just go away.