"Amie" - Damien Rice I woke up this morning in tears. I guess the warmth of them rolling down my cheeks was too difficult to ignore. It was early and I was still very tired, but my mind and body lost its urge to stay asleep. I pulled the covers over me and forced my eyes shut. I wasn't ready to get up just yet, but no matter what I did to find my sleep again I knew full well that I was wide awake. This song crept into my bed before my first alarm went off. It found its way into a safe, little nook between my pillows and comforted me. Half an hour passed when I finally got out of bed, splashed cold water against my face, and prepared myself for another day. It was going to be a long one so I brought out my dusty ol' iPod in hopes that today the cords would fit. I needed to hear more of this song. Suddenly, my little Mini was filled with "Amie" and I felt whole again. She played continuously as I made my way down familiar streets and along a surprisingly empty...
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.