Pain Redux
Just a pain whose pathways I can't trace back to its source, outside police sirens racing away on the streets, a few cacadias chirping, cool air coming in through the open windows, note after note falling from Tracy Chapman acoustic guitar in New Beginning, the song: The Promise.
I wonder if there is a message in the way I had arrived at these songs or that this had to be the first album that I had to listen when making another Beginning. I know seeking reasons is futile from among the ruins, in shattered glass, in too many hard words that can't be unsaid, in too many decisions and iron clad laws that have been framed and put into place.
I hit the replay button and make this music the wine I drink, sitting at this table and sing along:
"In your arms where all my journeys end If you can make a promise If it's one that you can keep I vow to come for you If you wait for me"
2002:09:02 22:00 Labour Day
My Daily Notes
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