And I’m never all alone ’cause I’m always in my mind
It’s feeling like a war that I never wanna fight
It’s a never-ending cycle, maybe I’m a psycho
Every single night though, I’m always in my mind so
Don’t tell me I been wrong ’cause I don’t know what’s right
I’m living in a sad song that keeps me up at night
Don’t tell me I been wrong
Do it by my lonely and don’t let no one in
Nobody console me, I’m praying it’s the end
I’m torn and they can’t sow me and nobody can mend
I’m screaming at the church, “Is there somebody you can send?”
‘Cause I feel like it’s hell, smiling, nobody can tell
I’m on my knees praying so much it’s looking like I fell
And I don’t really wanna keep making sad songs, making me feel bad
Hiding crying eyes from my baby, God please come bless [me]
Don’t tell me I been wrong
~OverTime & Krizz Kaliko
We got some snow here, on Friday. We were all off work and school, due to the predicted snowstorm. It was a lot of fun, just hanging out with my family. We played some games. Everybody had a snowball fight. I made sloppy joes/nachos, for supper. I loved so much about that day. I can’t help but ache at least a little bit, though. Everyone’s smiles just aren’t quite as big as before. Or, maybe it’s just me?

We absolutely do have a great time, together. It’s just never the same. I know I have to get right with that. It’s so hard not to think about what once was, though. I’m trying like hell.
I watch that video, and I see the great big grins. I hear the laughter that used to be the music I danced to every single day. Today, it’s a mixture of songs that grace my playlists. Some days are better than others. It hasn’t been a bad day, today. Yesterday was even better than today. I’ve just been thinking is all.
I went to work, this morning. I took a real pretty photo of the snow and the trees, on my way.

I’m at the beginning stages of a cold. My whole head’s congested and my throat hurts. I made fiastadas for everyone, for supper. Now, I’m fixing to sit under a warm blanket and watch some old reruns of the tv show, Roseanne.
Your family looks happy, lovely and engaged with each other. It’s really easy to see things that aren’t there when we want things to be right/perfect. We can be so hard on ourselves that we see things that are not there, at least not in that moment. And moments are all we have
Annie xx
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