Sometimes the mind is so full of rubbish that you've got to muddle through it all before out comes something great, intoxicating, and enticing for more. Such is the same for mojitos. Such a wonderful little drink is the result of the muddling about of several ingredients. Today, this is an exercise in muddling--sifting through all of the pieces and producing for the most excellent concoction. Well, not really, but it sounded good. It's like a song...ever really listen to the words? Sometimes an artist gets it just right and you feel as though the song speaks directly to you, for it so perfectly vocalizes what you are feeling at that precise moment. Love, anger, lust, hatred-there is a song that speaks to it all. I remember an exercise that my friend and I used to do years back in high school algebra class. We would pass notes back and forth, like any other freshman, but our notes were complete gibberish to anyone who intercepted it. A note from her would start with a line from a song-any song-just something that pertained to what it was that she was trying to tell me. My response to her? A rebuttal, another line from another song. And thus continued the conversation. Those notes would go on for pages, transcribed over days-how we learned anything in that class, I'll never know. Furthermore, how in the hell did we manage to never get caught! I sent her an email a few weeks ago when I decided that I was going to start writing again, just to find out if she kept those old notes. She did! I'm one trip home away from 10 years of lyrics and laughter. Until then, something to pass the time...
I work too hard to call my life my own
Every now and then I fall apart
dragged the memories down the hall
Just in case we ever face to face and make contact
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
You grow up, grow old or hit the road ’round here
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