Bright Eyes- Lime Tree
when I hear beautiful music it’s always from another time
old friends I never visit, I remember what they’re like
standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies
waiting to be asked to come inside
just come inside
but I keep going out.
Your parents are the last ones to accept you as an adult. It’s not because you’ve been considered their “kid” for so long; it’s not that you argue with them; it’s not some sort of panicked “leaving the nest” issue. The fact is, you’ve shed all of your old cells and they don’t know what to do with you now that you’re a brand new person.
They can’t stand the death of their child, even on a fundamental, biological level. Their mourning stages are cyclical. Five different sets of grief on repeat, with acceptance reaching out to touch denial, just so it won’t feel lonely.
So, your parents resent this new person who has taken their child’s place — a new person who wears the same body… but this body wears a new awareness whose evolving traits are not on par with their Bible.
I feel tired, which psychologists say should not be confused with sleepy.
