i keep going back. but i think it's more than searching for the sentimental. i go from there all the way to here. and it's kind of like watching a movie...was that really me? was i really there? with him? etc. etc. etc.

sometimes it's okay to remember. it reminds me that i've lived. that i've gotten through some tough times, some sad times, or have had great joy in my life so far.

it's so easy, though, to get lost in those old songs, those beautiful melodies that bring me back to when i was young. in love. in that painful yet happy bliss. so intense. serious. i can not forget...

all encompassing hugs, silent walks in the afternoon rain, stillness in the dark of your room, a flickering candle while deer quietly walk by, heavy disappointment at the empty theatre chair...they all sing to me...whisper softly to remember how slow tears can roll, how long a kiss can last, how far a heartbreak can walk...

when i write, i often am listening to music. writing "sing to me", i was listening to the above song by Coldplay, from their EP Prospekt's March...a wonderful set of songs.