I haven’t been singing or doing karaoke for quite awhile… my depression, which I hadn’t realized was related to the predicament I found myself in more so than being imbalanced, left me alone, wanting and waiting. I hadn’t realized I had allowed so much of myself to slowly be killed off by control. I slowly became a stranger to myself, my family and my friends and tears became my way of life. Now that you’re gone I can breathe without criticism. I can fly. I can be myself. And myself has always been pretty groundbreaking which is probably what caused all of your discomfort.
So why is it that I continually find myself playing with fire? It’s because I like to get burned. However I know that you cannot take extreme heat so maybe you should stop playing with me?
I got six friends and they all know your name and my six friends are waiting to take aim. ~ Chantal Claret