I'm thinking that I really believe Paul and John when they tell me, with the help of their friends making merry music that all I need is love. It just takes a little tingly semblance of it to spark the imagination aflutter with warm blankets of fuzzy comfort that you can take and wrap yourself in and feel protected from the world and cruel, cruel reality.
Unfortunately sustaining that feeling takes hard work and ooh, I always seem to end up chasing things that I shouldn't be and I'm not helped by the fact that I suck at running. And that I'm a pig headed, stubborn idealist.
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