A long line of thoughts gathers up, standing together and fading just as quickly. Stuck in the gears of life's oily cogs, trudging through a thick wake of remembering and forgetting...avoiding and contemplating...
Strength from the Shadowscapes Tarot ~ by Stephanie Law
Perfect images and sounds come to my rescue. I forget the power of sound and sight in these moments of non-movement in the mire. I must push my soul to move out of its dark cloaks and into a meadow of music and art where it lays down and sees the slats of sunlight though gossamer strands of clouds touching the horizons that I have yet to touch.
(Bullet Proof Vest by Colbie Caillat)
A tearing enigma, a shredded bolt of inspiration flaps in the February wind, tiny snowflakes dancing around a memory that sliced me to pieces... I look back, not regretting and not holding on... and I see that pile of who I used to be - a blurry mess of illusion and confusion that gave birth to a bitter bright fire that burned everything it touched.
(Dear John by Taylor Swift)
(Not Over You by Gavin DeGraw)
A poster hung in my room over my bed when I was 18 and I can see it as clearly as it was the day I posted it there.
Flooding conversations, illnesses and confinement witnessed by this paper on my wall - the stories it could retain on its plain glossy tooth surface.
Now the music plays and it is amazing how the words and melodies of the songs that come on take me right back to those times - even songs that did not exist back then - the sentiments of the songwriters have the magical effect of universal themes woven through so many lives.
(Rhythm of Love by Plain White T's)
(I Never Told You by Colbie Caillat)
And then there it is, the ignited golden moment that leads me back into the corridor of conversation that flows like a river through bouldered pathways gently being worn down by daily pressure. A comet of cotton passes by on the way to a softer place where the dead memories have pushed up their daisies.