Thursday, January 29, 2009

I've Got Dreams to Remember

There really aren't any songs written from the girl's perspective. She listens to the stories her friends tell. She places stories in perspective thinking about her own life. Maybe this is makes her selfish? Maybe that is really who she is? But when she hears the stories, she realizes that in all these tales, she would be the "bad guy." Her mates don't call her that; they like her. But do they realize the disconnect? There's a right way and a wrong way to do things. She should choose the right way. The problem is that she's clouded in snow.

At night, dreams like she never had before. Swimming through a river, swimming and making it to the other side, but not finding what she was swimming toward. She goes into a locker room, stands underneath a heavy fall of water. And then she calls out and there's an answer, but she can't get to it. Echos reverberate off tile walls. She's wet and alone. Another one: she stands at a lake shore, imagines reading peacefully. Being happy with the sun beating down on her. They are so real that when she wakes up dry and cold, the girl is surprised. The duvet weighs down on her. She tries to snuggle back to the dream, but from another room an alarm clock. She sits up, looks at the clink of grey light coming through the curtains.

Another day. No more answers.


Blogger agoodlistener said...

Keep moving, KT, keep moving forward, even if the way is not clear. I know you'll come out the other side.

8:00 PM  

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