I wish I could make sense out of some things, as in:

  • the void I’m feeling lately
  • the irritation I’m getting every day I wake up
  • the guilt I’m experiencing as I write this post
  • the doubts I’m having regarding memories I once had as good ones
  • the questions I’m asking in terms of: what is love to me? what kind of love have I had in life?
  • what happens when you start reflecting on the hell you’ve been through, and how that has affected the way you’ll see the world forever?

The Civil Wars – Dust to Dust