23rd November 2010

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i used to title songs

the boy and the river
sending encouragement
no matter how strange they are
how to wake up
sailing towards your dream
as the snow covers us
welcome back
sitting on the ground, talking about the ground
recalling our first conversation
midnight shadow puppets
your new home
the first sign of sun reflecting on your bathroom mirror
chasing each other to keep warm
following the migrating birds
supper time
when the trees wave back

i used to listen to instrumental music and have a situation play out in my head for it and i’d force the situation into a few words for a title, and then i’d secretly wish i had the talent to turn it into a video or a story but i am not that good with words and i don’t know actors or own a nice camera so they mainly remained just fantasies (now they are memories that never happened). i guess i am still like this today but not as much. if there is anything i fear losing it is my imagination.

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