Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Soul Speak


















It's funny how much of my life I live alone. Endless late nights closing down the bar by myself. It's a time of simultaneous love and loneliness, in which I'm both full and empty. I love the quiet. I love all the people gone. I can think my thoughts again. The jukebox glows in the corner, pulling me. These many years looking back in memory at the life I built on music that never came to be. But it's okay, because I still know my soul. I've never forgotten the essence that makes me whole, and I find it in the songs that speak to me. While others sleep, I still dream.