twenty one pilots – Message Man Lyrics | Musixmatch
Once upon a time I was a writer. Yep. True story. I got my first journal at age 5 and kept one faithfully until I was 19 and got married. I read everything I could get my hands on. I was always reading, writing, or musicing. My former self would be very confused by me.
Well…she is. I am. Idk wtf. But anyway at some point I just lost my words and my attention span gets shorter daily. I don’t get that either. For a while i mourned this lost gift. I have no desire to tell stories now (though I still love when other people tell them) I write now for therapy. And because…I have to. It’s in the job description. Which isn’t fair given that I have no art for words anymore. Inside my head yes but it does not come out of me anymore. I’m surprised any of you attempt to muddle your way through any of this…
Why? lol no I’m really asking.
Am I like the bearded lady at the circus? I can accept that.
And I’m learning to accept that I need you. All of you. Because when I don’t have the words, someone somewhere always does. I need that. Because Message Man…
That makes no sense to you does it. I do apologize…it’s embarrassing and humbling for me. It also doesn’t help that my autocorrect changes things behind my back sometimes…
I have 2 more posts I need to do. However I hear the kids bus pulling up now so…enjoy the song. Or read the lyrics. Some ppl prefer that. It’s art (and art is language) either way.