Sunday, February 25, 2007
Empty Cups on a Rainy day in Oakland
There's so much I could say or write, but for some reason, these lyrics keep swirling around my mind not unlike black coffee...
You'll be gone
by the time the coffee's done
You'll give some,
but it will never be enough
I'll linger on
drinking from this empty cup
But you'll be gone, you'll be gone
It's hard to admit to the fact that tonight I'm sitting here feeling empty and disappointed in the midst of vibrant success, but why try to hide it? I feel guilty for even having these feelings. But there they are, as hard to avoid as the grey clouds in the sky today.
Everything ebbs and flows, and like the storm clouds...this too, shall pass.