She said losing love is like a window in your heart. Everybody sees you’re blown apart. Everyone sees the wind blow.
Hearing a beloved song from the past is like a surprise visit from a dear old friend. And if that friend were carrying a suitcase filled with dusty souvenirs and decrepit childhood memories….I would curl up at her feet, slowly open the case and look inside.
I am thinking of the new year. We all want to hit the reset button, start fresh, start clean. I have to be a bit different about this one, however. If I waited until January to reboot, there would be no me to work from. Everyday has to be that new day.
There have been so many moments lately where I am so aware of my/our/your loneliness. How badly we want to connect. How desperately hard it is to do so. We just want to be seen and chosen by the person who will fill the crevices in our hearts. My friend put it perfectly when she said, ‘all I want is for someone to say, you, I want you.’ I see so many empty souls robbing the hope from those who dare to place themselves in the path of love. If you happen upon me, thumb out, on the lonely highway towards love, don’t pullover unless there’s room for two. These hyenas disguised as Lyons are ruining all the fun. Just as I have often wished that peoples insides matched their outsides, I long for honesty in this pursuit of love.
And if you offer to me the truth, I will offer to you the vastness of my heart. Nothing less.
On my walk to the post office today I heard “Graceland” by Paul Simon. A door in my mind flew open and all of the worlds weather rushed in. I felt the chill of time gone by. I was burnt by the heat of teenage silliness. I was lulled to sleep by the quiet blues of rainy days, so many.
And my traveling companions, Are ghosts and empty sockets, I’m looking at ghosts and empties, But I’ve reason to believe, We all will be received, In Graceland