the Left

the music permeates the thick, stale air. recycling the haze and attempting ever so desperately to refresh that which has been dead for years.

we often associate portions of our existence with pieces of music. it is all too common. we hear a song, and we instantly get pummeled by memories of the times we had while that music serenaded us. love, hate, regret, confusion, bliss, sorrow. it all comes back so mercilessly.

homage needs to be paid for those moments we leave behind. but not for the moments. for the music. if we are damaged, we often couple that damage with the songs that rang truest in our heads during that moment of discomfort. and thus, the music stops. we find something else to replace it with. and then we repeat this pattern.

no longer. not for me. this next one is a tribute to the heartbreaks, the proverbial knife wounds, the smiles that now live hung by their toes. long live nostalgia. long live the dead air.

long live the left.