"Color My World" - Chicago I've been thinking about people lately. Relationships, really. This whole process about starting up with someone, getting to know them inside and out and being surrounded by their world and welcoming them into yours. This whole interview of, "What's your favorite?" "Who's your favorite?" and "Why is that your favorite?!" The giddy, first date feeling for the first few months and the nonstop attention you never asked for and always got. When you tried to plan your outfits in advance, but would change it at the last minute and then second-guess yourself right when you step outside of the front door. The talking about them to other people until they're sick of you talking about them, but you continue to talk about them anyway. Then there you are, staring down at yourself from outside of yourself, looking like a foolish idiot you dreaded ever becoming and wondering how you let this genuine infatuati...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.