i heard the hallow hoot of the owl in the morning
these days, i seem to have once again separated from the muse of my prosetry. and so, instead of words, i find that sounds--noises, chords, riffs and repeats-- are more accurately portraying my feelings. billie sings my blues. dylan fills my jingle-jangle mornings. neko wails the filling confidence before a good night out.
in my friendsick-ness, i find such comfort in falling asleep to the microphones. maybe it's because it's what we fell asleep to the first time weston slept in my bed, years ago before anything really happened, and it reminds me of feeling safe, comforted, loved and held. maybe it's because tonight, "i want wind to blow" gives voice to the thunderstorm in my heart.
and dan bejar is a genius i will always love with a passion. he seems to be able to discover the haunting, repeated melodies that play the chords resonating on my heartstrings.
i wish i could verbalize these feelings. right now, of course, it's sort of a sad lonely lost-ness, surrounded by the lack of the truly broad friend-support base that i'm used to having. but it happens, too, in the cheery bright times of singalongs and spontaneous dances. the times that i realize these are the halcyon days, when i know that many years from now, i will look back on my twenties and know that i was happy with and proud of where and who i was.
in my friendsick-ness, i find such comfort in falling asleep to the microphones. maybe it's because it's what we fell asleep to the first time weston slept in my bed, years ago before anything really happened, and it reminds me of feeling safe, comforted, loved and held. maybe it's because tonight, "i want wind to blow" gives voice to the thunderstorm in my heart.
and dan bejar is a genius i will always love with a passion. he seems to be able to discover the haunting, repeated melodies that play the chords resonating on my heartstrings.
i wish i could verbalize these feelings. right now, of course, it's sort of a sad lonely lost-ness, surrounded by the lack of the truly broad friend-support base that i'm used to having. but it happens, too, in the cheery bright times of singalongs and spontaneous dances. the times that i realize these are the halcyon days, when i know that many years from now, i will look back on my twenties and know that i was happy with and proud of where and who i was.