Sometimes I get this burning feeling in my heart to write. And it won\u2019t go away until all is felt. I tell myself, \u201cNot all there is within the heart, or the lump in the throat, or at the back of the mind is to be felt.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But some song plays on\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWish that I could stay forever this young\u2026.not afraid to close my eyes\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The song plays on with or without my heart in it\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAll this time I was finding myself\u2026.and I\u2026.didn\u2019t know I was lost\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some days demand to be felt more than others. These days won\u2019t go away whether you try to tune\u2019em out with a good feel music, or if you chew louder, or hold your breath while racing against the water that runs down your face. These days demand to be written down, they demand to be sang, captured, and painted. And they won\u2019t go away
until felt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It won\u2019t be easy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These days take this ticking bomb of a mind down a memory lane…until all that\u2019s been cornered is once again felt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the song plays on\u2026.with or without the in it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTen more days till it\u2019s over\u2026till the darkness goes\u2026and I see the light\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These days would decide to come before your eyes all at once\u2026and you\u2019d remember\u2026each
by name.
And each would demand to be felt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Does your heart have enough room for all the days your mind has locked away?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Guilt would drive your heart to write these days some poems\u2026or\u2026songs And the world will call you a master of your craft\u2026pain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the song would play on \u2026.with or without your heart in it\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026\u2026broken arrows in the dark\u2026..I see the hope in your eyes\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some memories demand to be felt, just when you feel like those moments are long gone to be remembered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have always said, Death is some event that keeps all kinds of life from happening at once<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But when these days come, All life there has been\u2026there is\u2026and all life there will ever
be\u2026would fall on your soul And the song would play on\u2026.this time with your soul in it\u2026the song will play on<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy soul is trying to cross an ocean\u2026down on bended knee.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not only will you remember every moment you\u2019ve locked behind compartments of your
subconscious<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But you will feel each<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\u2019d feel the birthday songs from when you were five You\u2019d hear the lullabies You\u2019d feel how warm those tears run down your cheek when you were seven You\u2019d remember how you got the scars on your feet You\u2019d remember walking for the first time You\u2019d remember running to your mother\u2019s open arms You\u2019d remember when your heart first broke When it healed so it would break again You\u2019d feel the first ache you hid You\u2019d feel the tears you hid well with smiles and giggles
You\u2019d remember how tired you were when you made your bed after weeks You\u2019d feel every strand of the hair you cut And every shade of dye
You\u2019d remember every moment that led to a tattoo instead of a scar<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\u2019d remember<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until you forget all of it again<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until the mind rushes these days back to holes
It would lock them behind those walls and throw the keys in these ocean of eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the song would once again play on<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without your the in it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026..For a better day\u2026\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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