reunion.

wednesday. 14 april, 2009. 10:18 pm.

tonight, i'm going to write. my original plan was to lay down and silently listen to my ipod for the first time in months. now i'm listening and writing. just listening felt awkward to me, like spending time with your long-lost childhood friend.

for the short four-song on-the-go playlist that i made, i couldn't help but try and recollect old thoughts i used to muster up when this was an important part of my life. (i know. four songs is a slow restart, but it's a restart). i figured that i should pick songs that were from random stages of my life.

maybe old thoughts and old lyrics will have a nice reunion.

the first song was "priceless" by copeland. not the best song in the world, nor the best recording. i remember that for the longest time i had no idea what this song was about exactly. i made it about my God. this was a in a "searching" time in my life. whenever i heard this song, i wanted to stand atop mt. soledad, spread my arms and let the wind set the illusion that i'm taking flight. this was also a time in my life that i felt like if i did that, people would think i'm weird. ah, high school.

next: "delicate" by damien rice. damien's lyrics never really paralleled any part of my short existence. although, if this particular era had a melody and a string quartet piece, it would have sounded like this. this song monuments a time when the Lord lovingly cleaned up the shrapnel in my skin and the battle scars. the tender rise of the intensity of the song signified a significant strengthening. i may not have had any friends at the time, but my Beloved was mine.

ah yes. "title and registration" by death cab for cutie. this marked a changing of the times. i had just read perks of being a wallflower and i latched onto inumerable playlists that could be a backing track to that perfect drive. i remember laying down in my bed with the transatlanticism album in my headphones as i closed my eyes and tried to imagine what charlie meant. i was dreaming vivid dreams of being a passenger. eventually, a driver came along. and i listened to this song for fear of shrapnel wounds repeating themsleves. silly girl really had nothing to worry about.

finally, "falling slowly" by the swell season. whenever i heard this song or watched this movie, i was moved. i was reminded of how far we've come. how close were and are to writing songs like this. thank God i ever have someone to share this with.


and so, my playlist continues to grow with time.
chapters and entries are written every minute.

keep listening, keep reading, dear spectator.
we've only just begun.

sincerely,
-faith