I'm at the edge

   Of my life: of my dreams, my hopes and expectations, my realizations, of what I'm not, of what I was, of what I won't be, of that I have achieved and of that has slipped away. At the edge, at the very edge of my patience, of my faith, of love, of the road, of war, and of peace, of a tempest, of a riot, of disorder, of drifting, of holding on, of letting go...

That's Not It...

"At a dark night, trudging up along the road alone, it's not that I cried thinking of you. When I found one of your socks in my bed, it's not that I cried cause I missed you changing your socks. I cried because the heating system broke down.When I found your cold medicine in my drawer, it's not that I cried cause I worried about you who would catch cold often. It's not that I couldn't sleep and got drunk with the muffler you gave me on my skinny shoulders and cried.I cried because the heating system broke down.At a dark night, trudging up along the road alone, I cried thinking of you." 

 I always get teary eyed when I listen to this song is just so heartfelt that even when I first heard it and couldn't understand the lyrics I still felt it. That melancholic and sad feeling.