The start of what might turn itself into my memoir thus far…
“I guess you may want to start to look at the beginning. Not necesarrily the beginning of life itself; just maybe the beginning of mine. Well I’m sorry, but that’s just not normal. I have never found anything I have encountered to tell itself from beginning to end because if something is going to make sense, every bit and piece discovered in it’s non-order of presentation, matters to the whole. In other words, my life story is scrambled eggs and I will tell it in that manner. Bon appetite.”
“Dreaming while your still awake
the phenomenon of fake
seeing only you and me
refusal of the wake
We are fighting, sometimes we are
lovers, sometimes we are
dreaming while Im still awake”
- Awake In My Dreams (pickettdevin72.wordpress.com)
- Awake and dreaming (eightfeettall.wordpress.com)
- Dreams (msweetkid.wordpress.com)
Tonight’s post is inspired by Yuna’s Lullabies. Something about this song makes me crave a night drive down a long empty highway…. you know? But in all seriousness, give it a listen.
Lullabies by Yuna (Adventure Club Remix)
We keep holding on, finger between each finger, woven together better than the phonics of our favourite song. Darkness gives rise to technicolour lights to match our neon dreams, we see only the best of what was once a blurred haze of the ordinary. As the emptiness of still life turns up to a hemisphere of joyfulness, we know it doesn’t matter whether we are temporary lovers or enduring soul mates because for the time being, we have the entire curve of the earth within reach. And we keep holding on.