my careless contagion

I've crawled through ten miles of pain to get here. I've weathered ten thousand storms. I've broken myself to find the answers, and at the end of every day, there is always you. I know I will never get over you.  I may get along fine in life. I may "move on," as they say. But there is no moving on in the chambers of my heart. I may forget things upstairs, but there is no forgetting what my heart knows. In my chest, I am wholly yours. What makes life worth living? Isn't it love? Isn't it loving with unreasonable fierceness? If so, then I am living as I should, and harder than I've ever lived. There is no breaking this thing. If you were to tell me again and a thousand times more you cannot make it, I will still love you. I'll stand alone if I can just keep on loving you.  No, honey, I will never forget you. I am no longer broken. Maybe some thought my love for you came out of that brokenness, but I am whole again and sane, a complete ma...

Making Believe is a cover song by Social Distortion (formed in 1978) on their Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell album (1992). It was written by Jimmy Work and was originally recorded by Kitty Wells and released in 1955. This song has been covered many times over the years. I liken music to a living thing, and living things have DNA. If you could look at Social Distortion's DNA, you'd see a lot of country music in there. Country music is basically folk music, so this further cements my theory that punk rock or hardcore is folk music as well. A lot of themes pop up in folk music. There are the murder ballads. There are the lost loves. There are the drinking songs. This song is about a lost love.  Mike Ness, Social Distortion singer, revealed a lot of his influences not only through his principal band but also through his solo work. His two solo albums, Cheating at Solitaire and Under the Influences, both released in 1999, show a rich body of influence on his punk rock mus...

I loved her with a love that was bigger than me. It filled me up until it leaked out in messy ways, embarrassing ways, lovely ways, little ways, big ways, and forever ways. I loved her with a love that could have swayed any woman, but she was not any woman. She was a ghost by the time I realized it was all over and done with. When she left the room, I was still picking out baby names for our love child. When she put me down and put me away, I was scrawling poetry for her across the sky.  I must have been exceptionally dull or blind because she made her escape while I was dreaming about our future. When I said I wanted to marry her, she must have been terrified. When I told her I loved her, I can't even imagine how she felt. She ran from me with a purpose and speed that equaled the love I felt for her. The more I loved, the more she shrank away.   If I could love her like this — even with the sadness mixed in — how could I love her if our hearts were one? It wo...