"Tell Me It's Real" - KC & Jojo I'm in a waiting room. It's a bit chilly, but my tea latte is warming me up just fine. A few plants are lined up on the window sill while the sun slowly sets behind them. I admire the fact that they're still very green and very much alive. Flyers are pinned to the cork board with bright red thumb tacks. The "message" button on the phone continues to blink and I wish I could clear it just this once. I hear the ticking of the clock on the wall and the Spanish murmur of a counselor and client just next door. It's fortunate that I can't understand what they're saying, but I'm trying my best not to listen in anyway. A woman walks quickly down the hallway. Her heels pitter-patter on the linoleum passed me. I wonder if she peered in. I would've said, "Hello." I continue to look around. I'm observant that way. It can sometimes be a difficult thing, but then again I function better when it ...
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.