I stretch my arm out, grasping for the floating names. My fingertip happens to make contact with one and the sounds automatically fill the room. Drums, guitar, voice fill my head. The tune plays out and I reach out again. Touching multiple at the same time, mixing them together. Counting Crows plays over the top of Goo Goo Dolls. Rob Thomas accompanies Alanis Morissette and the instrumental of The Wallflowers' 'One Headlight' sings out in the background. As each title is touched, it lights up with a blue glow. Walls portray this hue and the dark is pushed further and further back into the corners. The Music melts the cobwebs away and as each song passes by, another series of memories are pulled from various boxes surrounding me. Finally as the Music dies down and the creak of the boards beneath me is the only thing heard, all but one title is lit up. Others float among the boxes, pulling along the memories behind them like a tail. I scramble up onto my feet, staring up at the dark sequence of words. It can be seen that it reads 'Hotel California' by The Eagles. Standing up on my toes, my finger is outstretched towards it. I can feel the slightest electric charge shoot through my fingertip as the words light up, blue overtaking the entire room. The first notes of the guitar fill the air, and the last of the boxes fly open, exploding with memories from the past. Words begin to seep into my head, and I sit down in the middle of the bare room. All the thoughts whiz by, but nothing penetrates the sound of the lyrics being sung. The seconds tick by as it all whirls around me, relishing in the past.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Dug Out of the Past
Even though I'm not that old, only 16 years, I look upon when I was 7 as if it was a lifetime ago. Cobwebs have settled on the memories and remembering them is similar to crawling around in the attic of my brain. Digging through boxes, blowing the dust off into a slightly brown cloud. As I search around in the categories labeled various things, I come upon the one bearing the name "Music". My hands fumble with the lid, and finally it snaps open with a loud crack. And just as this happens titles, artists, album names and pictures float up into the air with the dust. My eyes wander among the words, searching and as I recognize each and every one, the trigger is pulled and the memories flood in. Some more recent. Others as far back as I can think of.
I stretch my arm out, grasping for the floating names. My fingertip happens to make contact with one and the sounds automatically fill the room. Drums, guitar, voice fill my head. The tune plays out and I reach out again. Touching multiple at the same time, mixing them together. Counting Crows plays over the top of Goo Goo Dolls. Rob Thomas accompanies Alanis Morissette and the instrumental of The Wallflowers' 'One Headlight' sings out in the background. As each title is touched, it lights up with a blue glow. Walls portray this hue and the dark is pushed further and further back into the corners. The Music melts the cobwebs away and as each song passes by, another series of memories are pulled from various boxes surrounding me. Finally as the Music dies down and the creak of the boards beneath me is the only thing heard, all but one title is lit up. Others float among the boxes, pulling along the memories behind them like a tail. I scramble up onto my feet, staring up at the dark sequence of words. It can be seen that it reads 'Hotel California' by The Eagles. Standing up on my toes, my finger is outstretched towards it. I can feel the slightest electric charge shoot through my fingertip as the words light up, blue overtaking the entire room. The first notes of the guitar fill the air, and the last of the boxes fly open, exploding with memories from the past. Words begin to seep into my head, and I sit down in the middle of the bare room. All the thoughts whiz by, but nothing penetrates the sound of the lyrics being sung. The seconds tick by as it all whirls around me, relishing in the past.
I stretch my arm out, grasping for the floating names. My fingertip happens to make contact with one and the sounds automatically fill the room. Drums, guitar, voice fill my head. The tune plays out and I reach out again. Touching multiple at the same time, mixing them together. Counting Crows plays over the top of Goo Goo Dolls. Rob Thomas accompanies Alanis Morissette and the instrumental of The Wallflowers' 'One Headlight' sings out in the background. As each title is touched, it lights up with a blue glow. Walls portray this hue and the dark is pushed further and further back into the corners. The Music melts the cobwebs away and as each song passes by, another series of memories are pulled from various boxes surrounding me. Finally as the Music dies down and the creak of the boards beneath me is the only thing heard, all but one title is lit up. Others float among the boxes, pulling along the memories behind them like a tail. I scramble up onto my feet, staring up at the dark sequence of words. It can be seen that it reads 'Hotel California' by The Eagles. Standing up on my toes, my finger is outstretched towards it. I can feel the slightest electric charge shoot through my fingertip as the words light up, blue overtaking the entire room. The first notes of the guitar fill the air, and the last of the boxes fly open, exploding with memories from the past. Words begin to seep into my head, and I sit down in the middle of the bare room. All the thoughts whiz by, but nothing penetrates the sound of the lyrics being sung. The seconds tick by as it all whirls around me, relishing in the past.
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