"Waiting For The End" - Linkin Park It took one month, 1 week, 2 days, 11 hours, and 40 minutes for this song to finally sink in deep enough to not make me cry. I consider this progress even though it's painful. I consider myself progressing even though a part of me has been slowly dying since the night we drove through the crowded streets of Hollywood. There were so many people, so many things to see, but the only thing I noticed, sitting in the passenger seat, listening to Chester's voice and the lyrics that almost killed me, was that everything I knew for sure no longer held any certainty for me. Since then it's been one foot in front of the other. One day ahead of another. And on and on I go. Lyrics: This is not the end This is not the beginning, Just a voice like a riot Rocking every revision But you listen to the tone And the violet rhythm Though the words sound steady Something empties within 'em We say Yeah! With fists flying up in the air Like we...
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.