in a room near a truck stop, on a highway somewhere.
today was a day full of memories. even though i have been trying to escape running towards the past for the last, well 3-4 years of my life, but a lot more as of a few weeks ago. its hard, so i gave in and got out every cd, and downloaded every song i could think of that would just put me on one hell of a trip down good old memory lane.
kind of like that last line before you go to rehab. that one last high before you get rid of that addition; for me-this addiction to the past.
Its not like i dont have this normal liking with the past where once every few months i look at old photos, letters, notes and such. but where the like becomes the addiction for me is in music.
a single song can send emotions rushing into my body as if i just took a line and now its racing through my bloodstream-its like a movie scene. my heart pounds:cut to my eye:my pupil dilates:the camera zooms in on my eye, and instead of some crazy tripped out drug sequence, my memories begin to fade in from black whilst the song plays in the background. even though this is fucked-this is the better of the two memory sequences in my movie.
or its that opposite scene, where its not this decent flashback scene of good memories, but of that memory of the song that kept you locked in your room for 3 days because you just couldnt bare the thought of dealing with what you were just told. door closes:dark room:zoom in on my face covered in tears.the face is only to be lit up by the cd player stating track 7 on repeat, then 2 minutes and 44 seconds nears. then it hits--'the best parts of lonely' rings across the speakers:i let out a cry so loud, you'd think i would have coughed up a lung. to this day when i hear that first strum of the chord sequence of this song, chills spill across my body and my mouth starts to quiver.
nothing more can be said.
lights out
kind of like that last line before you go to rehab. that one last high before you get rid of that addition; for me-this addiction to the past.
Its not like i dont have this normal liking with the past where once every few months i look at old photos, letters, notes and such. but where the like becomes the addiction for me is in music.
a single song can send emotions rushing into my body as if i just took a line and now its racing through my bloodstream-its like a movie scene. my heart pounds:cut to my eye:my pupil dilates:the camera zooms in on my eye, and instead of some crazy tripped out drug sequence, my memories begin to fade in from black whilst the song plays in the background. even though this is fucked-this is the better of the two memory sequences in my movie.
or its that opposite scene, where its not this decent flashback scene of good memories, but of that memory of the song that kept you locked in your room for 3 days because you just couldnt bare the thought of dealing with what you were just told. door closes:dark room:zoom in on my face covered in tears.the face is only to be lit up by the cd player stating track 7 on repeat, then 2 minutes and 44 seconds nears. then it hits--'the best parts of lonely' rings across the speakers:i let out a cry so loud, you'd think i would have coughed up a lung. to this day when i hear that first strum of the chord sequence of this song, chills spill across my body and my mouth starts to quiver.
nothing more can be said.
lights out