It’s unacceptable. I know. Silly, for sure. I have to purge before midnight, or sleepless I’ll be. So, here’s my unbelievable moment of honesty, with which I show the fool hidden deep.
I miss a video, well not exactly…how can I explain???
Funny how a song can not only bring back things unsettling, but also give a new beginning with a joyful memory.
His video, his voice, his smile, each creative choice did that for me.
No one knows that when I was about ten, I performed a dance routine during a basketball game half time show to “Dancing in the Streets.”
In dance and gymnastics from four to fourteen (when I had a car accident spinal cord injury), nostalgia when I hear certain songs can be unexpected. Well, every part of him singing was touching, and welling emotions made my skin prickly hot when he smiled, especially as he belted a beautiful “Chicago”.
A yearn began to dance about, urging my lungs to expell a belly laugh, honestly, like nothing I’ve ever felt, for tears too dripped onto my phone.
My brain wouldn’t let it go, so I had to figure out if I could find it again. Then, I searched…results:
Gone.
That was last night. All day, knowing it doesn’t matter that it matters to me, knowing it’s something I’ll never again see, breaks my heart repeatedly.
Lost, my confidence whipped raw, I think I’ll take a break from social media. I didn’t used to be so emotional!
I think it’s true…you stay the same age as your greatest traumatic event. For me that makes sense, I still act like a horny teenager, head up my ass.
My excuse is so simple: I want to feel good.
In my life, I’m only misunderstood.
(I put back up a bunch of old stuff, why not, right? If only I didn’t try to hide parts of my writing…)
