life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
It's been awhile since music has affected me with such magnitude. I remember being 18 years old, walking to class, my CD player resting heavily in my coat pocket, barely fitting in; music turned up as load it as the tiny dial would turn.. and just spinning. Feet moving to the tiny beats and breathing in every note like it was a drug. The music propelled me forward. Gave the ordinary steps in life purpose. Piled on meaning; every decision i made inexplicably linked together through the smooth words that flooded my eyes. They say that life begins at the end of your comfort zone... maybe music is that edge. The sound hurls you over the grey, smooth rock and as you fall, you feel everything. Your lips move slower and with purpose. Your hands turn towards the sky and the love long for hits you.
The lights blurred and the world began to burn down.
unable to move,
unable to breathe.
We watched as the steel beams warped and melted
turning the sky rich shades of red and yellow.
The vapid breeze hit our cheeks,
breathing life
into something. something,
that had been there all along.
We awoke on top a hill,
soot clogging our lungs.
Unable to move,
Unable to breathe.
Taking everything in, Nothing
would be again as it was.
Each step down became
heavy and certain.
and without realizing it,
our skin had grown gills.
Adjusting to the light,
we sat, content.
to be continued.
The lights blurred and the world began to burn down.
unable to move,
unable to breathe.
We watched as the steel beams warped and melted
turning the sky rich shades of red and yellow.
The vapid breeze hit our cheeks,
breathing life
into something. something,
that had been there all along.
We awoke on top a hill,
soot clogging our lungs.
Unable to move,
Unable to breathe.
Taking everything in, Nothing
would be again as it was.
Each step down became
heavy and certain.
and without realizing it,
our skin had grown gills.
Adjusting to the light,
we sat, content.
to be continued.