all day, i've been haunted by a song i can't pin down. it's something about a young girl and her not being a woman yet. no, it's not ms. spears' "not a girl, not yet a woman"; it's something else. it's an old song - soul or motown - and i know a man sings it. anyhow, the lyrics just keep floating in and out of my head with no context of music or order. furthermore, i can't place why it's that song and not "hey ya" or "roses" like most days.
fucking outkast.
the trees on my block have really started to fill out. i keep having those little moments where it feels like the whole world stops for just one second, and nobody notices but you. it's almost out-of-body, but that's not really the best way to describe it. more like you're looking at a single frame of the film strip of your life. that moment stretches on seemingly forever, but really moves on as swiftly as all others. i try to get my mind to hold on to those moments; i want it to memorize absolutely everything about them - the most minute detail committed to memory - and i wonder if those are the times that flash before our eyes on the edge of death. not our wedding days or children's faces. no, those are not the things we need reminded of before we die. rather we desire the possibility to see that tree-lined street right as the sun glinted on the new leaves one more time or that sunny day on the beach at the exact moment the wind caught that woman's hat.
roses really smell like poo poo poo
molly's p.s. - i'm sorry i missed your phone call today. it made my evening. i knew i shouldn't have left my bag at the office when i went to nancy's send-off.
posted by brett @ 12:45 AM
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