I’ve had a whirlwind of a couple of weeks and it is now that I am finally sitting in front of my computer trying to work on a paper that I suddenly have the creativity to write. I want to write but it has nothing to do with my essay on midwives. I downloaded a song today with great lyrics that really moved me.

“I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
‘Cause I know I’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up
I got to fold ’cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

– Paper Bag, Fiona Apple

I really really love finding songs that I can relate to so well. It’s really a strange feeling to hear something that is exactly how you feel and realize that that person has felt it too. You aren’t alone.

I’m not alone. Not totally.

Also, do you think her name is really Fiona Apple? What a name.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s