Trouble Me, Day Twenty Three

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
​R.E.M. Everybody Hurts

This one goes out to the ones I love.
The precious ones who invited me in to sit close with your pain. Let me pick up the words of anger. Who've transmitted a smidge of their grief through held hands.
Bless you for the trusted moments of raw grief when no answers suffice. The gift of listening to the transmissions of the tear-soaked songs. Learning the stories. These ears have picked up some wavelengths that otherwise would not have come through.
Stories not my own.
Bless you.
For being merciful in expectation. 
Teaching things I could not know.
For letting me love you up close.
Trusting me with your tender moments.
These tunes have shaped they way I hear others in their pain and sing through my own.
Thinking about you through October, especially. Life in Stereo has its roots in your hymns of vulnerability. 
​I love you.


The One I Love R.E.M.
Trouble Me 10000 Maniacs