im growing more and more to hate beginnings, and especially ends. Its not that i hate Starting or trying new things, its not allways bad, Quiting smoking to begin A tar free life isnt bad. But, if there is a beginning, then there must also be an end.And here lies my saddness. i know people say things come and go, But it doesnt mean i have to like it. People and friends, i HATE saying goodbye, especially when it never happens, Its like a frog getting boiled, you dont even see it comeing, and dont notice before its to late. Friends, in a way, are like songs, Some songs you listen to for only a while before you get tired of it, and began to see all the flaws, Others You love for the flaws,(indie music for example), But then there are songs,that no matter how many times you hear, you still sing the words out at the top of your lungs, or simply sit there in awe of the melofluous and lyrical genius, You will always listen to that song.
Songs are like Chapters, And Chapters Are friends, But It takes many chapters to make a book.
Favorite songs for example, There are times where i only listen to a few songs because i like them so much, and they become part of that chapter in my life, when i hear that song, it brings back that memory. And for a time i get to go back and re read that chapter, Regardless if it is good or bad. That song has colored my memory, and affects how i remember it, how i precieve it. Never the less it has created my book.
(For me, if im reading a book, and i have a song playing, i tend to replay that song or playlist, because it gives the book a voice, or a more resounding echo, You can Think of christmas all you want, But you think of more then just morning , You think of all it entails, The sounds, The smells, Just the feel in the air.)-random off side note
Songs are so powerful, they Paint the silence with Images and Flavor our memories. You hear that song, and For me i always think of the time, when that song really was the soundtrack to my life, And everything around me seems so much more alive,Everything Carrying lingering Scents of the past. The little details, that i paid no mind to, suddenly seem significant, i find myself sitting alone on my couch, laughing at some point made in the past, Especially if it is a memory, of a good time, songs have power.
i can totally remember ,what song went with what time, Small example
Across the universe soundtrack : Last year during winter, driving home from work, in the freezing cold, with my thin Jacket
Imogen heap, the moment i said it, Hide and seek : 8th grade year when i read maximum ride trilogy.
Island in the sun : 8th grade summer to freshman year start.
Paramore, all i wanted, Misguided ghost : Around this time last year, ...(sad)
Explosions in the Sky : Most of last years Summer, And from October thru Febuary(about all i listend to)
Each song is a like a painting to different people, For one it Might be The suttle use Of shadeing that really shows the sadness,
Or the Tree in the back only has leaves on one side to them Show's how we all have a mask of everythings all right.
So is a song to each of us different but the same, i hope to oneday be able to Paint on the biggest canvas the world has ever seen, They havent seen this canvas because they are the canvas
Listning to My own memories.
-Ian
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