Is there a word
Which defines perfectly
How you push me
Moving me forward
On words scripted for the stars
Today’s stream of consciousness write, brought to you with background influence of Mogwai’s new album zerozerozero. Also, I made a little stick figure story for you.
I have a goal of doing a stream of consciousness write everyday to get myself back to the habit and writing every day.
I thought about writing
Full but empty
With shirts ripped and stained
And jeans frayed
But life got in the way
So I stuffed my feelings
To the back of the drawer
Just another shirt
Paint stained and bloodied
To be forgotten
But easily retrieved
In the depths of a dresser
Stuffed with regrets
Just like me
The passage of time
Of lines in the road
Or trees on the horizon
Or years gliding
Through dim tunnels
And dark underbrush
How far we travel
How far we’ve come
(I will never not mention this song when given the chance)
The moon and stars
From where you are
I’ve shared this first photo before when the word of the day was renegade. Today the RDP prompt is guitar and though I racked my brain a little bit, I just couldn’t find anything to write. Both of these are phone pictures taken in the middle of shows. Both guitarist/bands are great.
RDP: Fusty AKA moldy, musty or old fashioned.
I have this song on repeat in my head often.
I’ll never fall in love.
It’s not for me. I’m confident Until … The world keeps spinning But all I see is you.
RDP: Sick Forgive my attempt at poetry.
The human memory is notoriously faulty.
Janine no longer remembered if she saw the light or if it was just the surgeons blinding head lamp as he crawled into her mother’s cavernous heart in attempt to save her.
Janine no longer remembered if she merely thought the words or if they actually slipped between her gritted teeth.
“Don’t bother, there’s nothing there to save.”
With all his gracious intent, the doctor took her hands.
“I did all I could but it just couldn’t be done.”
Janine couldn’t slam the gate fast enough, “You could’ve done less.”
No prompt to speak of. Music: Moon Duo
I have no rhyme or reason.