"Over You" - Miranda Lambert An old man sat on the edge of a curb on a busy street in LA. He wore a beige, short-sleeve button-up and a straw hat. Next to him was a red, vintage bicycle with a brown leather seat and metal basket hanging in the front. It was in pretty good shape; much better shape than he appeared to be. He looked down at his callused feet. His faded black slippers blended in against his dark skin. He bent over to adjust the strap between his toes as a few cars inched their way passed him. He picked up a loose piece of gravel and tossed it to the side. The sun came out and he carefully stood up, blocking its light with the palm of his hand. His single, gold band created a sharp glare against the windshield of oncoming traffic. He pulled the tip of his hat towards his nose, reached for a patterned handkerchief in his back pocket and wiped his band as if the sun had stained it on purpose. His fingers ached and he wondered where the time went. He walked over to t...
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.