Nights Like These

I wish there was some way to know if it was or was not meant to be this bumpy of a ride. ... ... okay, I lied. It's not particularly bumpy. And there's no "meant to be". But dramatics aside, tonight is a melancholy night. I wish I could explain why, or what I could do about it. Truth is, I've worked enough with my own energy to know it's inside me. This is something I'm at the very least allowing to happen, if not creating. And that's not a "bad" thing. I'm not blaming myself, or feeling sorry for myself. It's just that I know I either need to relax and allow myself to feel it. Or address it and allow myself to know where it's coming from. If anywhere. Or both. Both sounds good.