Just a little random

Ok, just a little information before I start this blog.  I have started taking an introduction to literature class at the college and am actually enjoying it.  This is weird because I am extremely intimidated by writing.  I don't ever know if what I write is 'good enough' and have always called myself a bad writer.  I love the professors take on writing.  He truly wants us to write in the way we feel things and how we interpret things.  He said that just a simple headline can spark pages of writing for some and for others mean nothing.  I enjoy that he has given examples of when he interpreted things wrong and because of it had great pieces of work come from it.  He just basically wants us to WRITE.  Write about anything.  Of course we have our assigned readings and our writing assignments, but he also wants us to do some writing on our own and not just for the duration of the class, forever.  He said there is no wrong way to write, there is no wrong opinions, etc.....just write.

With that being said, this blog will kind of just be a 'writing' from a song that I have been listening to non stop all night.  I'm not doing it because I think it will be 'great work', but because writing different things is something I need to try to do.  The song is called 'The A Team' by Ed Sheeran.  It's basically about a woman who is doing drugs and who is selling herself.  I am not a visual person, I never have been.  I can read the most descriptive text and never get an image in my head.  I just literally CANT visualize what I read.  There has been one time in my whole life before now which means it can happen, but lets be honest....its beyond rare.  As I listen to this song, I can imagine the immense pain of being the parent of a girl who has chosen the path of drugs.  For the second time in my life I can actually visualize something....watching a woman struggle with addiction. For some reason the words are simple, yet I can envision the entire scenario.  I view it from a mothers perspective. Watching the constant battle of addiction would be so painful for me as a mom.  Then, my girls came and snuggled in while we listened to the song.  (Daddy was fishing)  As I sang along, Shelby had this face of pure content.  Kadence couldn't have been holding me any tighter and I just sobbed.  What if one day this was my girls?  I just got overwhelmed with emotions.  A lot of emotions.  I have people close to me who have struggled with different addictions and my heart just aches for them.  Not from a place of judgement, but a place of love.  I just can only imagine how much more difficult it would be to watch my daughters struggle like the woman I envision when listening to this song.  I recommend looking it up on youtube but here are the lyrics. 

Ed Sheeran - The A Team Lyrics

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Or angels to die