There is a part in a song that just almost paints the moment now.
It's night, I'm tired waiting for software to DL so I can start/finish the work I owe, so maybe that's why I'm grey-er than I should be.
But then again, it's never really gone.
Can I lay this all on You? Lay them in Your hands and let You take it all away.
I've prayed before, and tried before, but You know very well I didn't lay them all down to You.
Taking these out.. Digging them out..
I guess if I forced the view a certain way, like a mirror, then I'll only see the surface and the calmness and everything's normal and alright.
I'm tired too.
I live in my head.
Sometimes I want to be someone else.
It's just something to work through. So many things...
If only thoughts and memories could really be put into a Pensieve.