The physical world confounds me
with its straight edges sharp corners
and expiration dates on milk/ containers of yogurt
I prefer to dwell in the dream world
where pictures are hung
perfectly beautifully
and level
every
damn
time
The physical world confounds me
with its straight edges sharp corners
and expiration dates on milk/ containers of yogurt
I prefer to dwell in the dream world
where pictures are hung
perfectly beautifully
and level
every
damn
time
It was a chickadee
It is always a chickadee
The first to come to the feeder
The smallest but boldest
Brave enough to the be the first
The only one
to see if it is too good to be true
or not
Pee
Drink tea
Pee
Repeat
I have been playing Adele’s new song, “Hello,” every day since it was released. Mostly only once a day. Sometimes two or three times. Plus the times I am lucky enough to catch it on the radio. But it is on repeat in my head, one portion of the lyrics or another, over and over and over. I think it may be one of the most perfect songs ever recorded. I love it that much.
What if Adele had never opened her mouth? What if she had always hated her speaking voice, so she never tried to sing? What if she had let doubt and insecurity and a feeling of being different hold her back? Keep her quiet? Oh my God.
It takes a surprising amount of restraint to not put “Hello” on repeat for real. For hours. For days. For the rest of my life. I could listen to this one song forever and never miss the others. It’s out of hand. Who feels this way about a song? One song? It’s not rational. Doesn’t feel normal. It’s not the lyrics. I don’t exactly connect to them right now. But some part of me knows those sentiments. Has felt them at one time. A long time ago. Thankfully not now.
It’s her voice that draws me in and threatens to crack my chest open. Soft, mellow, powerful, broken, always beautiful. She could sing about a landfill and it would be amazing. Ah-MAY-zing. I don’t even care that I feel this way. It feels wild and free and exhilarating to love something this much. It feels like living.