At night the ocean is a giant black void. It’s the beginning and the end. The future and the past. It’s every dream and every nightmare rolled into one. The waves are the sound of perpetual motion. Proof the world continues on around you – even when you hold your breath. You are small. You are insignificant.
poetry
Space Cowboy
I knew it would happen – I was cruising through all this music because I knew at some point my ears would say “no.” And it happened. And then I turned into a space cadet, which is what happens when I go into phase 2 of my writing process. And then I went into writing mode and spit about 3 songs. So I’ve been chipping away at The List since then. I’m not giving up though – the goal still stands. I just need to get a move on is all. I can do this. (She says to convince herself if no one else)
(If any of you are just joining us, I’m in the process of listening to 100 albums before my birthday. You can start here.)
Onward —
Continue reading
