Music

My life is a musical and I can't sing.

Metallica: "And then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel/is just a freight train comin' your way..." And she's got red hair too...she will destroy what she touches as she slinks around the neighborhood waiting for the perfect moment and the perfect man. Oh, believe me, she is good...the predatory female. Challenge and the thrill of the chase. She laughs carelessly at broken hearts and broken dreams. Her soul is her own. She will fight to be free. No caring for her.

A Small Interjection....
She longs for the soul she used to play with, an imaginary friend of sorts. Oh, she knows he has light colored hair and once lived in sunny California but isn't sure if the house she saw was there or somewhere else. When you enter the front door, there's a hallway directly ahead and one can see out through sliding/french doors the backyard with trees and the sun poking through them. She is not sure if it dawn or dusk. Through the hallway, the kitchen is on the left (a counter with stools divides the space) and the den/living room is on the right. At the front door, there's a stairway on the left and other rooms, one left and one right. The stairs lead to a second floor landing, which has a railing and a table against it, with a runner. There's a vase on it. There's a picture of a flower done in watercolors. The master bedroom is on the left, in the middle is another bedroom, and on the right is another room/bedroom. Whose house was that? She will never know. She has no idea of the person it belongs to, really, since she's never seen a house like that. If she saw it, she would recognize it. But for now all she does is wonder what that has to do with anything.

Dave Matthews Band: "These crimes between us grow deeper..." She doesn't explain much, least of all about herself. She tries to talk about other people instead. It is safer that way. She does not have to reveal anything then. Oh, the talk of ghosts, the talk of anything, she realizes that she's crazy, or that someone's going to think that and slap the labels on her. She will fight if she has to. Things Left Unsaid. That's the note to the crush she had on some guy who was oh sooooo smart but was an asshole at the time. And then she reads it again and realizes that it applied to John. Suddenly she wants to burn her pretty book with poetry and pretend that she can't read or write. She can't stand herself, how could she expect anyone else to?

Soundgarden: "Save it for your own and the ones you can help..." Her advice always goes unheeded. She wishes that there was someone who would be grateful for the world of knowledge she has...an apprentice of sorts. A person to take under her wing. But no one wants to gain from her. So she sadly waits out her days...

And that's all I feel like writing. So there. Amuse yourselves at The Caption Machine. There's another funny post there.