Monday, September 22, 2014

Sincerely, Me

Sometimes you come around a passage of writing that so perfectly and beautifully describes exactly what you've been dying to portray with your own words and fingers that you can't help but wonder if in some other dimension you might've written that yourself through the hands of another. Such has been the case for me in the following paragraph written by singer Lana Del Rey. I must say, although I am in a different mental state of mind now, I still can't help but admit that this sounds very much like the girl I once was. Hence, a part of me still shivers with the cold that sweeps over me as these words bring back to life the ghosts that once upon a time haunted me. In my present, I have found solace in the love of a God I have come to know and learn to love but being that I am a human; an imperfect one at that, I can say my heart still resonates with every single word she writes, more so with this line: "there's no use in talking to people who have home. They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head." My past is my past and for one reason or another, I always felt like I was always on the move searching for a place- or person- to call home. A piece of that past is somehow still being dragged behind by my present, and maybe it will until God brings me across the man - or place - that will become my home here on earth.


So here it is:
"I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me." - Lana Del Rey

Friday, September 5, 2014

Once Upon a Time

You think you know what you're doing until you realize that sometimes things just are. They don't need questions or reasons for their mere existence.

Once upon a time there was a boy...