One day I will find the right words, And they will be simple....

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung up

 running from one falling star to another

until I drop....

 

 

 

 

......This is the night, what it does to you.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

 

-Jack Kerouac



A thought for July..

And so with the sunshine

and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees,

 just as things grow in fast movies,

I had that familiar conviction

that life was beginning over again with the summer.

 

 

Funny how a Melody sounds like a Memory

 

Have you ever been driving down a road that you know so well, while listening to the same radio station you listen to all the time, when all of a sudden you hear a particular song, and right away the hair stands up on your skin, and you find yourself blinking and gripping the steering wheel, just to make sure you’re really there and that you’re not in some other place in time—a place that gives you a feeling you can only explain by the sinking in your stomach?
 

Have you ever come across a song with words so implausible that you turn the volume to its highest level, or just set the damn song on repeat so you could listen to it over and over again? Have you ever wondered who the song was written for and why or how someone else could sing chords that descend and fall so perfectly like pieces into the place of your life?

Do you ever wonder where the songwriter lives so you could drive straight to their house and reach out your arms and thank them for writing something that clearly must have been written for you because they’ve described everything you feel, and sung it in a tone that you’ve already thought up so many times. Don’t you just want to do that sometimes?

I do.

Summertime Is Always The Best of What Might Be

“Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people.

For those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are...

and it gives you a courage you don’t have the rest of the year. 

You can be grateful and easy, with no eyes on you, and no past. 

Summer just opens the door and lets you out.”