Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away with me where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you, on a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee kigh
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountain top
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you to come away with me in the night
Come away with me


Norah Jones.

-Carrie Underwood

Sometimes, the problems which have been plaguing your life for as long as you can remember are sometimes trivialised so magnaniously that you're left standing in a pool of doubt, wondering whether or not there was in fact something that warranted your undying worry and fear.

All i know right now is that i'm surrounded by so much doubt that i'm beginning to question my initial emotions. going back to the very root of the issue and trying to see what was it that was so great about it which reeled me in so rapidly. was there ever anything there to begin with? was it all a lie? I used to be so sure. but now....

i'm just left standing here. unsure. and surrounded by this massive whirlpool of questions. all these questions to which i have no answers.