I’m listening to a song on loop right now, and I have always loved where this song takes me. I remember the first time I heard it and my life was nowhere near together but it was this song that seem to have lifted the mood. Simply because the lyrics pulled the right strings in my heart. I don’t speak French but surprisingly, that particular line, did a number on me.
Fie-toi a l’amour c’est tout, means trust in love that’s all.
Anybody who knows me, or ever knew me, knows I have trust issues. I just can’t be, or do something without a string of questions, but then some things don’t come with answers. Simply because you need to experience them, not answer them. No logic whatsoever, no laws of gravity pulling it, nothing. Things that are not black and white.
I have always believed in time travel. Every time you open a book, it’s a ticket to where the story is. Every time you play a song, it takes you to the last place you’ve heard it. Nostalgia is a real thing, and has always been.
You might have noticed my thoughts are kind of scrambled, well, it’s because my mind right now is. So whenever I’m overwhelmed, I listen to this particular song on loop, just because. Another line that completes the scenario and brings it home:
It isn’t bad if you believe
Now that I don’t have to translate. I haven’t written in a while but when I’m stressed out this is my go to stress-reliever. I have all kinds of songs depending how my day went. Music has always been my rescuer, never fails, too. When you lose and feel defeated, music is that hug you need to throw yourself to. When you feel tired, music cradles you.
When I write, I used to have this concrete idea, of how it’ll go, procrastinate until I decide that I should write it. As I get older, I don’t have the same process, or sometimes none at all. Maybe it’s just tiring.
-juliet 02182018 1814