it's late, i should be in bed...getting ready for another day tomorrow. but i am not. i am here writing but not sure why anymore. these days i find more comfort in a favorite song. not even looking for the memories that might be behind it, just the comfort of familiarity...like an old worn shirt or shoe. it knows me...when so many do not.
and there is an ever so slight sadness to me these days. is it chemical? is it the little struggles the day brings? is it the ever increasing reality that i grow older...and more alone?
if i could hug a song and cry into its notes, this one would be it...
Promenade
earth, sky, scenery.
is she coming back again?
men of straw, snooker hall.
words that build or destroy
dirt dry, bone, sand and stone.
barbed wire fence cut me down.
i'd like to be around in a spiral staircase
to the higher ground.
and i, like a firework, explode.
roman candle, lightning, lights up the sky.
in cracked streets, trample underfoot.
side-step, sidewalk.
i see you stare into space.
have i got closer now, behind the face...
U2