Hergest Ridge

 

I’ll give you countless amounts of outright acceptance if you want it
I will give you encouragement to choose the path that you want if you need it
You can speak of anger and doubts your fears and freak outs and I’ll hold it
You can share your so-called shame filled accounts of times in your life and I won’t judge it
(and there are no strings attached to it)
 
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving, it’s my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return
 
You can ask for space for yourself and only yourself and I’ll grant it
You can ask for freedom as well or time to travel and you’ll have it
You can ask to live by yourself or love someone else and I’ll support it
You can ask for anything you want, anything at all and I’ll understand it
(and there are no strings attached to it)
 
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it’s my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return
 
I bet you’re wondering when the next payback shoe will eventually drop
I bet you’re wondering when my conditional police will force you to cough up
I bet you wonder how far you have now danced your way back into debt
This is the only kind of love as I understand it that there really is
 
You can express your deepest of truths even if it means I’ll lose you and I’ll hear it
You can fall into the abyss on your way to your bliss I’ll empathize with
You can say that you have to skip town to chase your passion and I’ll hear it
You can even hit rock bottom have a mid-life crisis and I’ll hold it
(and there are no strings attached)
 
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it’s my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return
 
Alanis Morissette, You Owe Me Nothing in Return (Under Rug Swept)
 
Make love, not war.

for a car that needs a push start, it sure comes alive after the initial coaxing. the window open, my cousin and i ride though the city. and by ride, i mean a bat screaming out of hell’s cave.

the wind rushes in through the open windows, the smell of the rain fills the lungs. i feel alive, but don’t trust the driver. yet, i don’t feel any fear.

maybe it’s the the alcohol, maybe the weed. or maybe, it’s as they say – when you live life right, you don’t fear death. in the end death takes all, and the secret is to really live until it does. you can cower in safety, but it’ll find you regardless.

live. live and let die. and tomorrow is another day.