I’ll be going on a journey
Down my very own memory lane
Back to the start of my WordPress life
To the advent of my pain
So please forgive me if you find
You are reading some posts again
But I feel the need to relive
Both the madness and the sane
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’ll be going on a journey
Down my very own memory lane
Back to the start of my WordPress life
To the advent of my pain
So please forgive me if you find
You are reading some posts again
But I feel the need to relive
Both the madness and the sane
It’s not that I’m leaving forever
I promise I’ll still be around
But the desire to fight
Let alone to write
Is proving too thin on the ground
That’s it all done now
There’ll be no more
Or no less
Thank you for living
Through this with me
And not minding all the mess
We’re going on a journey
She said
So be sure to pack your case
Maybe if we leave now
He said
The past we can erase
If all roads lead to hell
Then let me out of the car
As I’m looking for salvation
And I’ve already come too far
As the hurt starts to subside
And the pain begins to fade
I’m never too far
From the reminder
Grief is still the sharpest blade
I’ll
take
your
hand
If
you
are
frightened
I’ll
hold
you
hair
If
you
get
sick
I’ll
even
lead
you
To
the
path
of
enlightenment
If
you’re
really
fucking
quick
The message from the search engine pings.
Their spies inform me that last month I visited:
Three different countries,
Fifteen different cities,
And twenty one different places.
That means I travelled over 1000 miles, last month.
Each one without you.
And every one with an empty heart.