"Someone Like You" - Adele It's a weird feeling. It creeps up when I least expect it. Sometimes a song or a place triggers it, but often times it's just there. I don't know if I ever blogged this before, but every time this happens I'd make a shape of a heart with my hands. I know this sounds a bit silly, but it's the truth. Whenever I'd open my own Equal packets or see a familiar blue car on the road, I'd create this subtle sign as if quietly giving myself the ok to remember the good times. Last night in the midst of all the people walking around on Main St. in Santa Monica, couples and non-couples alike, a few friends and I found a corner pub to get lost in. The weather was cool on the patio and we just sat and talked as if we were the only ones there. It amazes me that even in such a little crowded spot (somewhere I've never been to), consumed in conversation, not even an earshot from any song, and surrounded by strangers... I still found my...
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.