Today I'm listening to: " Cigarette Daydreams" by Cage the Elephant
We do some things to remember. We get tattoos, piercings, write diaries, take picutres trying to catch the fleeting moment. No matter what we do or not do this moment will stay in us. The physical traces are just parts of the remembering process to save the emotions. Not the event itself. But no matter how hard we try, the events begin and end often without us really knowing and there is some beauty about it
Today I'm listening to: "The Authority Song" by Jimmy Eat World
Sings and traces. What do we leave behind? Random objects, traces of our presence- are they necessary? What is their meaning?
We're all seeking answers in our own unique ways. Where is the silver lining in that?
Today I'm listening to: "If I Had A Gun..." by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds
There are the cases of honour, the cases of lost and the cases of found. I seem to be somewhere stuck in between. Between old and new, known and undiscovered. And when I though I got out of it, well it seems like I just drowned deeper. Where in the oxygen when I need it the most.
Today I'm listening to: " The Only Exeption" by Paramore
Everytime I see a possibility I want to pour my heart out. Later it appears I'm left with nothing, empty.
Today I'm listening to: "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" by Judy Garland
Let go. Set free. Finish what needs to be finished. Breathe. Stop checking. Open your heart. Smile. Take good care of yourself. Hug. Breathe again.
