me and my words

Since getting back from Padre, I can't stop listening to country music. I stopped listening to country music over a year ago, and yet, I find myself swaying back and forth crying while Tim McGraw lulls me into a pensive, yet melancholy state. It makes sense if you think about it. Last week was such an emotional roller coaster and I am one of those people who takes a few weeks to process such things. What good would a heart be if I didn't allow it to run the gamut of human emotions? This is just another emotion. I wish I could identify it, though. It is a little sad, very introspective and thought-provoking, quiet, but not depressing at all. I am fully functional and can snap out of it when I need to. But when I'm alone, it is there. Why country music?-- I ask myself. I don't get it. But I am a firm believer in ups and downs, peaks and valleys, and deep processing time. So excuse me while I process. Excuse me while I sway.

A dear friend of mine said it better than I ever could:
"Some times words aren't enough. Some things fade away in the broad daylight. Some days, nothing happens and it changes your life. Some people aren't all that special, but you never forget them. I think me and my words are gonna stay inside today, and we'll talk about things that really matter."

Thanks for the words, friend. Me and my words are gonna stay inside today too.