Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The wish of a song

I want to create a song. A song so tenderly and innocently happy that it evokes an untraceable melancholy in your soul. And I want to hold a guitar and sing it with a smile on my face, as if it doesn't kill me. As if now is all we have. As if there is nothing loftier than this moment, not even the weight of the past. I want the tune to be fast, not too fast to make you pant for breath, neither slow enough to let you rest on any one image that any note evokes. I want it to be a collage, a dancing collage of confusion that leaves you with a sense of both contentment and loss at the end of the night.

*I heard a song like that.*

Friday, February 01, 2013

Would you let me be your pillow
If I promised never to betray
Every drop that ever wet me
Every dream you let slip away