Just Not Just

so there’s this girl on a hill
with a kite strapped to her back
she’s crying ‘come on hurry blow
hurry pick me up and throw me skywards’
she’s got a prayer in her mouth
and she’s done all of the math
she’s got a feather for a heart but
it still doesn’t
guarantee
her

cos not everything you run to wants you
(it’s just not just, it’s not just, it’s just wrong)
and not everything you love will love you...
(it’s just not just, it’s not just, it’s just wrong)

so there’s this boy on a hill with a hammer
in his hand he’s shouting ‘fire in the sky
come on turn me into something special’
and then a storm whips up and the heavens are
alive and he’s wearing copper shoes but it
still doesn’t guarantee him...

cos not everything you run to wants you
(it’s just not just, it’s not just, it’s just wrong)
and not everything you love will love you
(it’s just not just, it’s not just, it’s just wrong)

it’s the tragedy of dreamers
like me and you...

The Guggenheim Grotto

So yeah...I'm feeling a little sad. A little battered and bruised. Throw in a bit of disappointment and a big helping of disgust. Add some pissed off and some astonishment. Shake well and pour over ice. Drink it down fast and don't stop until the glass is drained. Now take a deep breath, pick up your toys and get the f**k outta there. RUN!!!! And don't look back. And thank whatever god you believe in for that one moment of clarity..that tiny millisecond when everything became crystal clear.

Sometimes, things are black and white. It either is or isn't. But, sometimes we don't want to see what is right there in front of us screaming our name.."Look over here!" No, we prefer to see it as shades of grey. Grey isn't so bad. Grey can go either white or black, right? At some point something happens and you realize "this bad boy has been black all along!" That's when the blinders come off and reality...the real one..has to be faced. It might be ugly, uglier than you ever thought possible. BUT, like a cancer, it has to be cut out. Immediately. A nice clean slice.

And then what? Well, it's kind of like a big, gross wart that's been cut off. You might still rub the place where it was and even maybe miss it a teeeeny tiny bit. But you absolutely, beyond a shadow of a doubt, do NOT want the wart back. Hopefully, it will go find a wart-lover somewhere and attach itself to it. The sooner the better.

JJ