I have been sitting on this post for a couple of weeks now.
I was a bit reluctant to publish it because i felt sort of weird and stalker-ish.
But i've set my own inhibitions aside because, i think, the purpose defeats how awkward it makes me seem.
i'm not sure what exactly to include, or how to organize this, but here goes.
I have a friend.
Her name is Kayla
she is a photographer masquerading as a nanny.
she takes photographs
and she takes them well
she takes them to places that i cannot see in my own head.
but when they come out of hers, i can appreciate them
with my eyes
and my heart.
When i look at her pictures i hear lines in my head.
and if i could write stories
i would hear them
This was the photo that caused a spark inside me and i decided to explore her albums.
Kayla's photo's, coupled with a few songs, (i hate to say inspired because is sounds so silly/cheesey) put me in a mind set that brought "stories" to my mind. and i wrote.
While we sat and waited, it slipped away.
The song ends faster
You were singing the words you didn't even know you knew.
And just like that the song had ended
and you're there walking
but the music is gone.
Can the music last?
we used to wait
and now we're screaming
"SING THE CHORUS AGAIN!"
desperately pleading for the music to reamain.
to find our way back to a place we'll remember.
Kayla has a talent, and I can say that I think it would be
Tragic with a capital "T"
to overlook such things.