Ask me again what love is and I’ll probably lie about it, with a poetry revolving around the moon and the stars, not wanting to scare you with the truth. Love, my darlin, is nothing but the ache that makes your heart hurt and beat at the same damn time…
It was about time! World say hello to the most amazing band ever:
Brandi Carlile and the twins!
And seeing them win and perform only makes my heart happy, peachy and all colors of cherry.
Here’s the Grammy 2019 performance of The Joke by Brandi Carlile and the twins. It’s magically beautiful.
Let’s talk about something, nothing, everything. Let’s talk. The pain, the denial, the lost game, the death of a will. Let’s talk about how we are not what we were and we didn’t even know when we changed. The hurt that is invisible and odourless. Let’s talk about the existence of cold black hearts with red color and soft warm skin. The failure and murder of a dream, let’s talk about what we want but won’t fight for.
I was tired &, as I came home, I fell on the bed and started playing with the TV remote. Browsing through movie channels, I found myself watching #girlinterrupted from somewhere in middle and I thought, clearly I was hit my 90s nostalgia, how we don’t have such cult movies anymore. How every movie now is about a remake of a good book or a superhero series continuation or just something that we won’t remember after few weeks or months.
I started missing 90s, my life back then, the feeling of discovering romcoms and flicks staring Winona Ryder or Meg Ryan or Jodie Foster, the adventure of watching The Mask over and over again, sniffing when Richard Gere scales the ladder with a bouquet of flowers in his mouth for Julia Roberts.
Maybe, just maybe, it’s not the movies of then and movies of now but the lingering memories of a life that was when I was busy falling for the cinematic classics.
Excuse the nostalgia of a girl who wish she could go back and rediscover the joy of watching #youvegotmail for the very first time.
I think I’m the way I’m for a reason and being the anomaly is not a curse but my what makes me special.
Maybe, inner content & my soul are parallel lines but what kind of person would I be if I didn’t try to make them meet. I mean sanity is dull and lethal. Denial sometime saves life. Imagine if I accepted end of tunnel is a wall, such fatality would occur inside and out.
Let me be the odd one & the one in denial, let me breathe some and some more.