The record in my mind, my soul, my heart. There is no stopping it...and it just keeps going....
I wonder if I should reach for the plug...perhaps then it may stop, but then my ears perk as it plays that soft, beautiful tune that I adore so much, so I sit back and let the music cradle me into a semi-conscious sleep. However, when I wake, the record has reverted to a bittersweet song that I don't care for, so I lean foward, to try and change it....I try to flip switches....I try to press buttons...hell, I even try to shake it a little. But no matter how much I try, the bittersweet song goes on... and I sit in torture trying to drown out the song. But after a few hours of this position, I slowly melt into the song, letting the tune take me away...away to a world where bittersweet is the most beautiful sound on this damn planet. And I savor it. Because in this world, my happiness is taken into account, as all my hopes and dreams lie in my wake. I feel accomplished, and truly happy.
Then the song stops.
The other world crashes onto my shoulders as I realize that I unconsciously unplugged the record. I scramble to plug it back it, silently punishing myself for even contemplating even shutting off the sweetest of sounds, when I get electrocuted. I feel the sting, but I press onward, desperately trying to get the song back.
At last the record plays, but alas, it has started over and is now playing the soft, beautiful tune that puts me at ease. As I fall back into that semi-conscious all I can think of is the anticipation of the bittersweet ride that I will surely take again.
I wonder if I should reach for the plug...perhaps then it may stop, but then my ears perk as it plays that soft, beautiful tune that I adore so much, so I sit back and let the music cradle me into a semi-conscious sleep. However, when I wake, the record has reverted to a bittersweet song that I don't care for, so I lean foward, to try and change it....I try to flip switches....I try to press buttons...hell, I even try to shake it a little. But no matter how much I try, the bittersweet song goes on... and I sit in torture trying to drown out the song. But after a few hours of this position, I slowly melt into the song, letting the tune take me away...away to a world where bittersweet is the most beautiful sound on this damn planet. And I savor it. Because in this world, my happiness is taken into account, as all my hopes and dreams lie in my wake. I feel accomplished, and truly happy.
Then the song stops.
The other world crashes onto my shoulders as I realize that I unconsciously unplugged the record. I scramble to plug it back it, silently punishing myself for even contemplating even shutting off the sweetest of sounds, when I get electrocuted. I feel the sting, but I press onward, desperately trying to get the song back.
At last the record plays, but alas, it has started over and is now playing the soft, beautiful tune that puts me at ease. As I fall back into that semi-conscious all I can think of is the anticipation of the bittersweet ride that I will surely take again.
