So wrapped up in you

I forgot why I played

Passionately in every tune.

Usually, I wake up with a song playing in my head. There is always some song or another on repeat throughout my day, playing and playing in my brain. It wasn’t until I mentioned this to my family that I realized that it is not normal; but I don’t care. I love the music. 

Sometimes, I even wake up with poetry spinning in silent whispers from my lips. Most of the time I am still in that limbo state, half awake, half dreaming. As some of the most beautiful lines I’ve ever heard get written in my head, I tell myself that I should write them down before they slip away (every time) and then I tell myself its okay- I’ll remember. But I forget (every time). 

Maybe one of these days, I will successfully capture the music and the words that swirl like lazy whirlpools in my brain. Until then, here’s to many more days of having a phrase on the tip of your tongue, and not knowing how to say it.

I don’t know how music artists do it. How they write lyrics to their songs, I mean. My cousin is asking me for help with one of his, and its not even my song, but the lyrics I sent him seem so personal! Its like your soul out for everyone to listen to and criticize. 

Anyways- sorry for that random bit. Had to get it off my chest. Props to anyone who’s brave enough to do that.

-S.J.

She sped down the freeway to the sound of frantic drums and angry guitar riffs pounding through her headphones. Wind whipped past, sliding easily over her helmet. Traffic cleared and the motorbike begged to devour the miles that lay ahead. She kindly obliged. Together, they fled the city behind them in a torrent of black emotions and leather. The bike was her constant companion these days; it was eager to please, reliable, predictable. No man had ever compared.

Well, there had been one. Just one. She waited patiently for a long time, for words he never said. In the end, it had been too much- she wasn’t alone, but she had felt so lonely. Now, it was just her and the bike. Strangely enough, she was okay with that.