Sitting alone on a bench in a park in Blackrock Village, Dublin Ireland with a complete lack of emotion to the end of my very first real relationship, if one could call it thus. The clouds bright with city light simply glide across the sky and I wonder who they'll look down on in an hour. I wonder if last night someone was walking out of the gym at Purdue, and crossing the lawn and looked up into the big sky and noticed the clouds and stars as I used to on my walk home. My iPod plays the soundtrack to my life and I love how Jason Mraz (completely brilliant) makes so many references to God but kid sings so sexily of sex and drugs and I love every word.
Right so the clouds run away and the sky opens up and I feel like I'm in the lion king, I wisper Simba's name as if to call on him to bring me wisdom.
Tom Petty's American Girl and I'm proud.
My toes are freezing but I cant be bothered and for a second I wish Dad were sitting next to me, in the next second I realize how okay I am sitting alone. I've friends here and best girlfriends are a skype away but when it comes down to it...I'm alone. In Ireland alone. I'm on my own and I'm just fine. Thats where I thank God to be raised the way I was.
I walk into the darkness and head for "home" as God gives me a look back at the weekend and says "This is how your life could be if I didnt have your back. You're welcome." And I laugh beceause God, its true.
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