Melodic Melancholy
She giggled and shook her head.
I wade through the daily routine, not really living, not really giving up. I just try to get by.
And then this song comes on. Instantly, I remember a time, a place, a feeling. I smile. And then, I begin to hum. As I continue with the routine, I feel something growing inside. Now I am feeling sublime, and I quietly sing along.
How long ago was all this? Memories begin to scratch at the door, ever so slightly.
The smile begins to fade.
I begin to remember that time. The ignorance of what life would be. The joy of underage drinking. The crushes, the heartbreak, and the drives to nowhere. Oh, how I enjoyed those nowhere trips. The were sublime for their lack of destination.
She just smiled and shook her head.
My body continues to work. My mind continues to time travel. Clouds loom on the horizon, and I sing "rollercoaster favorite ride!" It grows dim, but light still shines through somehow. I've just noticed the light scratching has become a menacing pounding, but I try to ignore it's aggressive sound.
"Breathing deeply, walking backwards, finding strength to call and ask her..."
She frowns and tells me not to say that I love her.
My smile has faded to a slight frown. I stop singing. The song ends, and I go back to the routine.
My mind wanders into the darkness of the past.
She giggles and shakes her head.
I wade through the daily routine, not really living, not really giving up. I just try to get by.
And then this song comes on. Instantly, I remember a time, a place, a feeling. I smile. And then, I begin to hum. As I continue with the routine, I feel something growing inside. Now I am feeling sublime, and I quietly sing along.
How long ago was all this? Memories begin to scratch at the door, ever so slightly.
The smile begins to fade.
I begin to remember that time. The ignorance of what life would be. The joy of underage drinking. The crushes, the heartbreak, and the drives to nowhere. Oh, how I enjoyed those nowhere trips. The were sublime for their lack of destination.
She just smiled and shook her head.
My body continues to work. My mind continues to time travel. Clouds loom on the horizon, and I sing "rollercoaster favorite ride!" It grows dim, but light still shines through somehow. I've just noticed the light scratching has become a menacing pounding, but I try to ignore it's aggressive sound.
"Breathing deeply, walking backwards, finding strength to call and ask her..."
She frowns and tells me not to say that I love her.
My smile has faded to a slight frown. I stop singing. The song ends, and I go back to the routine.
My mind wanders into the darkness of the past.
She giggles and shakes her head.