Sunday Morning

One of my favorite songs is by Maroon 5, it's called Sunday Morning.

Lyrics go like this :

Sunday morning rain is falling

Steal some covers share some skin

Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable

You twist to fit the mold that I am in

But things just get so crazy

living life gets hard to do

And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew

That someday it would lead me back to you

That someday it would lead me back to you

Although it's not raining here, just beautiful skies with cool crisp autumn air, it just feels like a Maroon 5 kind of day.

I am still "trapped" due to my back muscles on the couch with the laptop, no candy to soothe my soul or the pain of my injured back. However, I have resorted to some pharmaceutical grade "products" which have left me feeling a little "high" and taken a little bit of the pain away.

Which for you means I am writing while under the influence. :)

Since I am not mobile yet I am limited to what I can do, watch TV, listen to music , re-read all of my magazines and read blogs as I surf the internet. Thank God, I can still satisfy my shopping addiction. :) I came across a poem on phoenix's blog;

http://his-phoenix.blogspot.com/2005/10/silence.html, I included the link but copied it below.

Silence

Silence can be a hurtful path to take,

Hearts can be broken and ache,

When you choose to not speak out,

Your closest friends may turn about.

By choosing to keep all thoughts within,

I took a glancing blow to the chin,

Now I hurt and I do not know why,

You could keep such a secret on the sly.

Finding me is just a few buttons away,

The skies have gone from bright to gray,

Excuses abound from your fingertips,

I should have heard it from your lips.

I have been your friend for a long time,

Through thick and thin, hurt and crime,

I will be there for many more things,

Yet now I am flying on broken wings.

Phoenix, October, 2005.

In any relationship, friendship or otherwise, communication is so crucial. When two people do not and can not communicate by talking then there is no longer a relationship of any kind.

Over the past few years I have had people come in and out of my life. The ones that have stayed are still my friends. We talk about the things that one of us has done to offend or hurt the other and we work through them. This is the way it works. Why? I like to think it is because we respect each other and value what what we have with each other enough to not let it go.

Recently I hurt someone''s feelings, who was close to me, but didn't know it. They held the information from me and then confronted me with it a few weeks later. They felt I had said something that was hurtful to them and inconsiderate. And no matter what I say I said vs what they heard me say matters.

Reading Pheonix's poem and laying here with my thoughts, has alerted me to the fact that both of us are at fault. You see, I failed to realize I did the same thing to them, I held back something they said to me which I felt was inconsiderate. So, I am no better.

However now, we don't communicate with each other. Lesson to be learned and where the story ends.