Thursday, December 22, 2016

Home for the Holidays

There's such a big difference between being home for the holidays and living in your hometown for the holidays. Upon arriving home, I heard about an old family friend who, like myself, has spent much of her adult life struggling with substance abuse and mental health issues. She won't be coming to Michigan for the holidays after all. Heard this song driving home from my cousin Frank's late last night, the festive lights on the houses passing by in colorful blurs, and it made me think of her. I'm grateful to be home for the Holidays; it was only earlier this year that I was pretty lost myself.

My heart goes out to you, wherever your are, M.

I don't want to understand this horror
There's a weight in your eyes
I can't admit
Everybody ends up here
in bottles
But the name tag's the last thing you wanted

As the world explodes
We fall out of it
And we can't let it go
Because this will not go away
There's a house built out in space

I can't see the thief that lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at the side of your bed
And I don't know what's happening
And I can't pretend
But I can be your
be your

Someone help us understand
Who ordered
This disgusting arrangement of time and the end
I don't wanna hear who walked on water
'Cause the hallways are empty
Clocks tick

As the world implodes
We fall into it
And we can't go home
Because this will not go away
There's a house built out in space

It's a long long getaway
It's a long long getaway
Make it home again
Make it home again

- Our Lady Peace, "Thief"

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