‘Love Calls’

This sure is a tough thing we’ve all been left to try and figure out. Life, it does take hold.

Straight Detroit Soul, right here…🎵🎶

Love Calls

When your heart was broken
When your wounded pride was laid to rest
You’ll never open your heart
To anyone else, you said
But you lied. I know you’re lying

Your mind might be made up
But your heart has got it’s own plans
There’s no one to blame for false pride
Telling lies and trying to hide
From feeling the pain
I know you don’t want to feel

There’s nowhere to hide
When love is calling your name
From the dark. Nowhere to hide
So let love have it’s way with your heart
When love calls your name

It’s on my lips
And I wish that you were still here
To take me away with your kiss
To take me away from all of this crazy
Too many words have been spoken
Too many lies have been told
You’ll never do it again, you tell yourself
Over, and over, and over
You’re wrong. Dead wrong

There’s nowhere to hide
When love is calling your name
You fall apart
When love calls your name

K. Owens – “Kem”

Happy Sixty Days

I thought today about the time I asked you what your favorite flowers were. I was so excited. And I remembered how I felt when I knew I couldn’t send them to you. Not then. Because I couldn’t ask your address. I didn’t want even the smallest of reason for you to be uncomfortable with me. Ever. I laughed a little at the irony of that in particular. Not a lot. Just a little.

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Adaptation, More Dirty Laundry & The Very Definition of A Good Listener

I’ve been told, ad nauseam, that I’m too sensitive…and you’re God damn right. But it’s not just an opinion. It’s a fact. To everything around me, and everyone. Every noise and every feeling. It’s not a surprise. And now, with the ‘help’ of some…we’ll call them interested counselors and psychiatrists, I’m at least partially wise to the term HSP, much to my extreme aggravation and embarrassment. But it’s become comforting the more I consider it being a thing. And not just tripe. Two and two together as it were.

Ever taken a walk, or a bike ride with earbuds crammed deep in your ears…before any music or speaking comes on. All other sound is deadened. Muffled. You’re woken up to the sound of your heartbeat. Your own breathing. The pattern of your walking. The vibration and feel of the earth under your feet or tires. You feel the movement through your whole body. From the ground up. You’re heightened to oncoming cars or any other dangers you might be missing while your ears are blocked.

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