Free Fallin'

So, the worst feeling in the world is after you hurt someone you care about.  Its the moment when you desperately wish you could hug them and make it all better, knowing, as you watch them walk away without a backwards glance, that you are the one who caused it all in the first place.

Its the hollowness that marks everything you do: your step is slowed, your focus is dimmed, petty things that bothered you or made you laugh don't matter for the present.  

The awkward days that follow don't hurt.  They just remind you, with each friendly apology and empathic and sympathetic message, that you wounded someone.  You caused pain you didn't know you could create and you'd rather not be reminded of it at all.  You are perfectly sufficient to ruminate on the subject matter on your own.  

So ramble on about zombies with me.  Watch Mamma Mia or something of that level with me.  Ride with me in comfortable silence.  

I'm a bad boy

for breakin' her heart

and I'm free

free fallin'