Tuesday 13 August 2013

Fix me

Fix me. I just realized that's what my heart was crying out for all this time. Maybe since I was born crying fresh out of the womb until I experienced a healing and revival in my life during this past year. It has not been a earth shattering or crowd drawing event but no less amazing and powerful.

I like the words "fix me" because it is also why drugs are called a fix. Money, sex and power are the most common non-drug related fixes but are just as deceiving in their temporal endurance.

Queen Latifah's version is a great contrast to the upbeat version I also like. As I write both of them are playing and they seem to reflect the 2 sides of my being fixed: both quietly but joyfully.


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