we lose sight of what the lede really is.
Written for a friend to ease his pain and grief
Sing her over,
Sing her a song
that never ends.
Sing a song to ease the sorrows
Sing a song that never ends.
Sing her a song eternal,
of a love that never ends.
and those days in between. As a brain injury “survivor” (I need another word, as it’s not something you “live through and get over”), I have good and not so good days/weeks/months even years. I’m in the midst of a not-so-good-spell. to say more would be “attention seeking” and “whiny”. No one really cares. except me. friends “care” as long as they aren’t really asked to step up to the plate and take action, they really prefer you pay someone to hear you “whine” and “attention seek”.
Maybe it’s New York, but growing up in California, if my friends needed to talk, I was there to listen, as they were for me.