Everything I Tell You is Hearsay

[uh-ban-duh n]

verb (used with object)
1. To leave completely and finally; forsake utterly; desert: to abandon one’s farm; to abandon a child; to abandon a sinking ship.
2. To give up; discontinue; withdraw from: to abandon a research project; to abandon hopes for a stage career.
3. To give up the control of: to abandon a city to an enemy army.
4. To yield (oneself) without restraint or moderation; give (oneself) over to natural impulses, usually without self-control:
to abandon oneself to grief.

It’s rare I get to combine a Defining Moment with Explodingdog, but so apt considering the weight of the subject and timbre of the moment under consideration

What caution might prevail in the face of persistent evident truth? Is there any litany of reason sufficient to overcome the tide of plunging heedlessness? None, in my experience; and though there have been any number of voices – my own included – ringing on occasion to warn against surrendering to such headlong reckless tenderness, it neither pleases nor serves to do so.

I have always been a Love At First Sight kind of girl. The unwisdom of this is of course totally evident to any rational person. Yet, like mystery, there are some things to which reason may not be meaningfully applied. And though I can, should, and will exercise caution in my actions, it both impossible and arguably misguided to attempt such restraint upon my heart.

To defy the draw of the fall is a feat I have never once managed, and I know I shall not now. Unprecedented though, is the accompanying confidence about what awaits on the other side of that tumble.  Foolish, perhaps this surety, but it is as irresistible after all, as the cause of all this consideration.

So, take it then.

From Explodingdog

and then, they say, there is nowhere to go but up.

as if by magic, explodingdog has cartooned my preoccupation…

Its Not Going To Last Forever

it would be something like: ow.

it’s true. i was. apparently it’s an inner ear thing which resulted in the wonky eye and many other peripheral inability to balance and control fine motor function. i am not, as far as i know, a fish though.

I say damn. i say GOD DAMN. its true.

it hurts knowing i am only a memory

Once again, explodingdog has me. i swear, i want this guy to do the cover art for my next album…

i’ll tell myself it did not mean a thing until at last i might believe its true a million times i listen to the story of how i never fell in love with you