Just spent a few minutes listening to one of my favorite songs. Now you’ll just have to bare with me.
See, going into specifics about the world is hard these days. There’s so many of them, specifics. And as the world gets more complicated I like to just bunch all the problems together so that I can see more clearly over the mountain when I need to. The intention and want is the same it has always been I guess. To be happy, learn and have love in our lives. And I think that will never…change.
Brandon Flowers sings in the song Crossfire; Watching you dress as you turn down the lights. I forget all about the storm outside. Dark clouds roll their way over town. Heartache and pain came a-pouring down. Like hail, sleet and rain, they’re handing it out.
That’s so very, very beautiful. Listening to those words, I find myself lying on that bed. I see the contours of her dressing in the half light. A slender frame through white sheets. It’s raining outside but it doesn’t bother anyone in here. The room acts as a free-zone. Safe from the crossfire. For a while there…everything is peaceful. The air is so heavy with calm you just can’t get stressed. There’s no distractions. All is still. Just the most perfect silence. The rain hitting the windowsill hard outside as if it’s trying to break it off. But the noise is dampened…treble-less. A soft pulse. Just sounds of movement. All senses focused on just that. Those sounds. A breath. Bare feet on a thick carpet. The sound of the sheet on skin. Scraping softly. I love that. For a second, just close your eyes and try to get some of that calm. Away you go. Good innit?
It’s a dream…even when it’s real. Don’t tell me where to draw the line cos I don’t care. The line is a dot to me.
He continues; Tell the devil that he can go back from where he came. His fiery arrows drew their bead in vein. And when the hardest part is over we’ll be here. And our dreams will break the boundaries of our fear. The boundaries of our fear.
Dreams… They’ve been with me for as long as I can remember. My whole life has been a dream in one form or another. And when i’m knocked down, dreams have been the escape. It’s a great way to escape. Away from the crossfire…and the boundaries of my own fears. Almost nothing makes me happier then just dreaming myself away. Especially when the dream is real. To just allow yourself everything. To say yes, yes, yes and just stay in all the good you love. Living the dream. For periods of time. All still…all perfect. The crossfire kept at bay. Just outside the window. That room. But it’s ok to go back out too. But bring the dream into the crossfire. Why not? When I’m in an airplane seat for instance. It’s ok to peak at times. You never know. Bring it into the crossfire. In case of emergency. For your own safety.
And I think I’ll be like that forever. Whatever life may throw my way… If I start to dream, it will bounce right off…if it’s no good. The good I keep. Dreamer? I’m proud to say I am.
And if you ever catch me listening to the song Crossfire. Give me 4 minutes or a lifetime. Just dream with me ok? It just might change everything…however sure you are it won’t. I mean…we all want to live the dream right? So dream.