Every so often, I'll be doing something in my car that is making me frustrated... And a really, really good song will come on the radio. Now, I'm not talking pretty good song, or even an alright song... I mean, a really, really good fucking song. In this case, it's usually an incredible song I hadn't heard in a long time.. sometimes, for even several years by the time it hits me again. And the bass and lyrics charge through my veins like ions into fucking powerful infinity. It's truly a very electrifying feeling, as my fingertips lace around the leather steering wheel without question of where the hell I should be going. I'm going to be going wherever I feel like going for the time-being.

So I take to the back streets with the least possible traffic for a quick jam. Turn it up, widows cracked, burning cigarette in had. Yet, I'm not really smoking it because i'm too busy singing ignorant blurts of the segments of lyrics I can remember stringing together. I'm never quite sure how I forget about things like songs I love so much to hear. It's strange, I don't seem to forget moments in time... or photographs, or conversations at all. Yet I can totally sing my soul out to an offbeat eighties hit for a week of days straight, then not hear it or seem to even think about it for three or so years. Sometimes the melodies linger around situations I'd swear I'd love to forget, but I strive hard to remember. And it's very sad in it's own way, like I'm addicted to disappointment. Sometimes, even when I can, I simply won't let go. I'm starting to realize that the strings I've tied around my fingers, that pull so hard when I hear this certain song... They're making my fingertips numb. They need to be cut. Yet with a stark reminder, all I can do is stare at them as they reflect in the light of my heart breaking to the melody of this sweet, sweet tune.