I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone
Trying to find the one where I went wrong
Little self-indulgent piece. I should be sleeping right now, but my brain had other plans.
I was listening to old Taylor Swift songs; a little comfort/guilty pleasure of mine. I used to listen to her a lot as a kid, and now it's become somewhat of a safety blanket. Funny considering most of the music I listen to now is hard rock or metal.
On a whim, I started listening to some of her newer music and this song just... stuck. I don't know why, but it perfectly embodies the nostalgic sense of deep loneliness I've felt for most of my life. The kind that never really goes away, even when you're surrounded by people, even when you're in the company of a good friend or two.
Now that I'm home, it's just... a lot more prevalent. That feeling of being alone; an outsider in your own family. Longing for something you could never have.
It's not necessarily a bad feeling; it's just... there. And that's okay.
Indulgent drabble aside, that's what I intended to capture and express here. I'm actually relatively content with how this turned out, especially considering that it was only intended to be a sketch and then just kind of... took flight from there.
Trying to find the one where I went wrong
Little self-indulgent piece. I should be sleeping right now, but my brain had other plans.
I was listening to old Taylor Swift songs; a little comfort/guilty pleasure of mine. I used to listen to her a lot as a kid, and now it's become somewhat of a safety blanket. Funny considering most of the music I listen to now is hard rock or metal.
On a whim, I started listening to some of her newer music and this song just... stuck. I don't know why, but it perfectly embodies the nostalgic sense of deep loneliness I've felt for most of my life. The kind that never really goes away, even when you're surrounded by people, even when you're in the company of a good friend or two.
Now that I'm home, it's just... a lot more prevalent. That feeling of being alone; an outsider in your own family. Longing for something you could never have.
It's not necessarily a bad feeling; it's just... there. And that's okay.
Indulgent drabble aside, that's what I intended to capture and express here. I'm actually relatively content with how this turned out, especially considering that it was only intended to be a sketch and then just kind of... took flight from there.
