On the subject of poetry and crying.

I’m not one of those who believes to think I know anything about music.I’m not in tune with whatever the kids listening to today. I don’t get most of the modern music. It’s just not my thing. And my thing is a lot. I love how a song played on two cellos can make my eyes mist, and how getting tickets to a concert with a favourite composers could make a whole summer. Music is meant to touch something in you. Otherwise we wouldn’t listen to it. Otherwise we wouldn’t spend so much time searching for that perfect sound.

Ignoring the signs. Reading the future.

I’ve been getting signs all weekend. There might be a cold in my nose and a fever in my head. I even got chills at work today. Sniffling. Sneezing. Snoozing. Being a Zombie. Naah. I ain’t got no cold. I’m healthy as a horse! I’m going home to my family over the weekend, I ain’t got time for being sick! Ain’t nobody got time for that!

I feel it’s kinda ironic that I’ll be a witch at work tomorrow and have the station “reading the future” where I’ll be looking into children’s palms and showing them the magic of tarot. I might even have a crystal ball, and I hope to be able of considering having a cup of tea next to me, to read the tea-leafs. And ignoring some signs.

I’m going for the look.