A Bed of Songs & Stories

"Never Say Never" - The Fray Tomorrow would've marked a month since I let my words fill you.  It wasn't intentional and it wasn't like I had nothing to write.  I just haven't found my comfort zone yet.  But now, it's as if I can't get enough of you and I don't ever want to.  So I'm taking advantage of this greed. Right now I'm staring out of my new office window, 4 floors up and above a brick mantle filled with framed photos and two wilted plants. I have two books on my desk, "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" and "Keep Calm and Carry On." I have yet to read them. I have a stack full of ungraded papers, a box of tissue and a half-empty bottle of water. Or is it half-full? I have a stapler, a labeler and a highlighter that should be put to good use right about now. But I've been distracted since I woke up at the crack of dawn this morning. Since I hopped onto the train ride here. Since I broke my new boots

"Fall for You" - Secondhand Serenade I had a big fight with myself last night.  I yelled. I cursed.  I argued.  I repeated things several times.  I fished for praise.  I fished for recognition.  I fished for a fuckin' "Thank you."  I fished for anything, but didn't catch anything except for the annoying cold-like symptoms you get from crying. I cried hysterically.  Whimpering under my breath, using a towel instead of tissues because my tears would bleed right through it too easily and I'm not one who would go for "easy."   The towel was still damp from my shower.  It soothed against my fire-hot eyes, now swollen from this ridiculous, reoccurring episode of, "Just Another Day."  I wanted to hit something, but surprisingly I didn't.  I guess I didn't want to have to clean up afterwards.  I wanted to quit and walk away, but I stayed put and set in my ways.  I placed my shaky hands against the bathroom sink.  I needed to fee