Music is back. Yay!
I’m so glad.
Means life inside me is stirring again.
It’s so much a part of who I am.
And it’s been missing for over a month now.
Discovered a new-to-me artist last week.
Former Girl. Now Boi.
Love her story. Her vibe. And the music she’s producing.
Fun. Sexy. Real.
Doing her thing. 31. Proud. And Finally Out.
A subject close to my heart with the death of my friend.
Today an older song came on while I was cleaning.
And it stopped me in my tracks.
I actually had to sit down and play it again.
And then again.
Blown away how the lyrics represented a moment in my life.
And cut into me.
Silly tears of a sentimental, fractured heart.
Maybe in acknowledgement.
The final reckoning of my unrelenting denial.
I remember when she said this exact thing to me.
That she was Exhausted.
I remember how my heart broke.
Because I understood.
And knew she was never really coming back.
It hurt so much then. And it still hurts now.
After all this time.
I am endlessly surprised by the tenacity of this Love.
How it sneaks up on me in moments of unsuspect.
Stimulating memory of touch and kiss and feelings.
I don’t want to be that woman.
Stuck in that story.
Of a Life that no longer exists.
It doesn’t matter that I recognize the truth in these lyrics.
That’s the very reason they resonate so deep.
In my heart. In my mind.
In the sensitive curvature of my skin.
It doesn’t matter that it was a lifetime ago.
Just the blink of an eye.
It doesn’t matter that I held fast to the belief.
That when you love as much as I loved her.
Because she taught me…
Every line in this song paints our ending.
From the first to the last.
But it’s true.
The tears I wipe away are the proof.
For Fuck Sakes.
Next song please!