Songs of You of This

I started a playlist and let it run. Songs of You, of This. Suddenly I am transported to another time and place. Where the sun shines eternally and everything is fresh and new. Friendships that seem destined, love that's just blossoming. And one glorious word encompassing all.

Possibility

Hunching my shoulders forward, I react gratefully to the melodies in my ears. Each one unlocking a hundred memories. Kind words, deep discussions, even tarot readings. My heart lurches hungrily, painfully at key moments, tunes, rhythms. Grasping memories that feel almost physical. They weigh me down and lift me up intermittently.

Comfort

I find comfort in the plucking of guitar strings, the beating of drums, the ever gorgeous hums of the cello. Each song I've heard a dozen, fifty, a hundred times. Each time feels like the first. I shouldn't be surprised. Spring is around the corner. I know what this means.

I'm twitterpated.

To Quote Kelly Clarkson...

My life would suck without you.

The Almost-Christmas

If this is the time to be with the people you love, I'm only 4/5.

On My State of Being

Did you ever think it would be like this?
I dreamed it would, but did I really know?
The answers we may never find,
But perhaps I don’t even need them.

The Lack of You

It's a wonder what the heart can survive.

Writer's Block? Or lack of talent...

Sometimes the words, other times the ideas, seemingly never both.

Grasping Perfection

The perfect instant occurs when you discover you are in the company of someone who not only shares your passions, but who articulates them in a way that you comprehend with every inch of yourself, down to the very core of your being.