After along Hiatus. I'm back. And back to this month of music.
So where were we?
day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event
I'm not sure why - No. I know why. I hear this song that night for the first time. I heard others as well. Though it is/was this one that stuck: Night Must End - Sleeping at Last
It is a glorious song. Beyond my descriptive abilities. Only suggest you to listen and perhaps hear as I. Since that night, this song has stuck with me. It could be sad. It might be glad. I can only tell you this, I feel no sorrow it it's notes. It has been said, "to all good things come an end." I'll suffer a hundred thousand endings without regret.
So where were we?
day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event
input Song hereIt was christmas time. Perhaps not, but that's how i'll always remember it. and even if it wasn't then, it is now. We joined together, the five of us. Our glasses filled our heads over flowing on sweet ambrosia. It steamed in a cauldron, rich anise and cinnamon spice. Exquisite. I recall egg rolls. I don't even like egg rolls. A failed prank call to a place called Egg Roll House resulted in an abundance of egg rolls. Pizza too. both eaten hardily. Between bites smiling teeth and laughter. They were like pizza. I remember that, too. And pictionary and the orange kitten, Kiseki, and the longest fucking Game of Life. EVER! I am short and scrawny. He is a large man in bulk and body. A mountainous delight, the huggable ball of grump, he is Sabi. I am Marcus. Hope, too, was small than he; though she was greater in spirit - next to her, Dionysus seems mild. Ruby, graceful Ruby, our brew-master and masterful beauty reigned the cups and kept us full. Also Bob was there.
I'm not sure why - No. I know why. I hear this song that night for the first time. I heard others as well. Though it is/was this one that stuck: Night Must End - Sleeping at Last
It is a glorious song. Beyond my descriptive abilities. Only suggest you to listen and perhaps hear as I. Since that night, this song has stuck with me. It could be sad. It might be glad. I can only tell you this, I feel no sorrow it it's notes. It has been said, "to all good things come an end." I'll suffer a hundred thousand endings without regret.
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