Yea, it's Hootie and the Blowfish....I'm a product of the 90's.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I can feel the tired beginning to settle in on my head. It's late and I can't sleep, I've got a lot of things on my mind. Why does it seem like timing is always wrong? Things and people walk into our lives, but to me it appears as if it's always the wrong time. I'm not necessarily waiting for something specific, and I do realize that sometimes we have to actively seek what we want, but time is never on my side. Maybe it's just me and I'm looking at it all wrong, its been known to happen. (shh, don't tell anyone I said that.) All in all, I have to be able to laugh at the irony which is my life for fear that if I don't I'd no longer walk that fine line. The line that separates sanity and being unstable. I've never actually walked on one side or the other, always the middle waiting for a shoe to drop. But it never does. Somehow I manage to stay the path even at times it seems I'm on anything but a path. I don't stray far, it's always nearby.