All the world is waiting for the sun...
Geez, I woke up feeling magnificent. Even though my nose is still bothering me, I'm not coughing! YAY! The best part was waking up to see sunlight streaming in my windows. All the world is waiting for the sun... That's kind of eerie.
See, the past few days, it's been quite rainy or maybe very cloudy, at best. Thursday night, I found an old guitar pic of Shawn's that I had taken. It's a hot pink Fender thin and I remember when I grabbed it and put it in my pocket. It was after we all gathered on the front porch, Anne, Katie, me and Shawn with his acoustic guitar. We huddled on the porch swing, it was so dark and peaceful, and Shawn played Dashboard for us. We had to print the lyrics out, because we only knew, Your hair, it's everywhere. Screaming infidelties.... We sang along and as we did, I remember looking at Shawn and thinking that I could very well fall in love with him.
That is one of my fondest memories of Shawn.
After we trooped inside, a few of Shawn's pics were laying on the coffee table in the living room. Anne picked up a broken one, and I grabbed a whole pink one. "Just in case he gets famous," I had said.
Thursday, I remembered this for some reason and dug thrugh a small wooden box that I keep ticket stubs and other memorable items in. And there it was. The time was already 11:15ish, when I usually go to bed at 10:30. But I took a small tack and pushed holes in repeatedly, over and over. Until finally I could slip the clasp of my favorite chain through it. I fastened the clasp, kissed the pic, and put it on the cedar chest that is at the foot of my bed.
The next day, a few people commented on my necklace. "Do you play guitar?" they asked. I told some people why I was wearing it, those who knew and missed Shawn. I didn't bother to explain to most.
Last night, I hung the necklace on my wall. I have mini-bullentin boards, so I simply draped the necklace on a protruding tack. On my CD played, "Rain" by Breaking Benjamin began to play and that moment, I looked outside to see the whitest, brightest moon you can imagine. Then I glanced at the hanging necklace. And peacefully, I began to hang up the Kurt Cobain poster. I felt a presense- his -as if Shawn was sitting on my bed watching me. I taped up the poster. I pressed on the tape to make sure it wouldn't fall during the night. Without hesitation, I turned the track back to "Rain". Climbing in bed, I pull the comforter over me and clung to a pillow. I began to sing along, watching the bright, palid moon- like a round white eye refracted through my blinds. In my mind, I could see him strumming along to this song on Anne's backporch.
All the world is waiting for the sun.
All the world is waiting for the sun.
All the world is waiting for the sun.
All of myself is waiting for you, Shawn.
And then tears came... I couldn't help it.
This morning I woke to see sunlight streaming in my windows. An omen?
See, the past few days, it's been quite rainy or maybe very cloudy, at best. Thursday night, I found an old guitar pic of Shawn's that I had taken. It's a hot pink Fender thin and I remember when I grabbed it and put it in my pocket. It was after we all gathered on the front porch, Anne, Katie, me and Shawn with his acoustic guitar. We huddled on the porch swing, it was so dark and peaceful, and Shawn played Dashboard for us. We had to print the lyrics out, because we only knew, Your hair, it's everywhere. Screaming infidelties.... We sang along and as we did, I remember looking at Shawn and thinking that I could very well fall in love with him.
That is one of my fondest memories of Shawn.
After we trooped inside, a few of Shawn's pics were laying on the coffee table in the living room. Anne picked up a broken one, and I grabbed a whole pink one. "Just in case he gets famous," I had said.
Thursday, I remembered this for some reason and dug thrugh a small wooden box that I keep ticket stubs and other memorable items in. And there it was. The time was already 11:15ish, when I usually go to bed at 10:30. But I took a small tack and pushed holes in repeatedly, over and over. Until finally I could slip the clasp of my favorite chain through it. I fastened the clasp, kissed the pic, and put it on the cedar chest that is at the foot of my bed.
The next day, a few people commented on my necklace. "Do you play guitar?" they asked. I told some people why I was wearing it, those who knew and missed Shawn. I didn't bother to explain to most.
Last night, I hung the necklace on my wall. I have mini-bullentin boards, so I simply draped the necklace on a protruding tack. On my CD played, "Rain" by Breaking Benjamin began to play and that moment, I looked outside to see the whitest, brightest moon you can imagine. Then I glanced at the hanging necklace. And peacefully, I began to hang up the Kurt Cobain poster. I felt a presense- his -as if Shawn was sitting on my bed watching me. I taped up the poster. I pressed on the tape to make sure it wouldn't fall during the night. Without hesitation, I turned the track back to "Rain". Climbing in bed, I pull the comforter over me and clung to a pillow. I began to sing along, watching the bright, palid moon- like a round white eye refracted through my blinds. In my mind, I could see him strumming along to this song on Anne's backporch.
All the world is waiting for the sun.
All the world is waiting for the sun.
All the world is waiting for the sun.
All of myself is waiting for you, Shawn.
And then tears came... I couldn't help it.
This morning I woke to see sunlight streaming in my windows. An omen?