These Days- Rudimental
I won’t lie, I thought I hated this song, everything except for the Macklemore part..
How precious is the truth? And how often do we get to hear it?
Here I am again…my tongue tied… words that don’t even come close.
A season that is too familiar, so familiar that I could hear the words that were being written.
A season that comes once every decade without fail… Beautiful, Fragile and Broken.
It leaves me with the same sense of despair and mystery… another piece of truth that comes undone and another part of my memory picked and dusted as if it were a old book in the pile of discards.
Few things I still hold sacred… sacred as the truth only I know and believe without anyone having to tell me.
If only you knew mine…. the pieces I picked up, the self doubt, the now lost and forgotten dreams… the recurring dreams.
Don’t get me wrong- we are not walking through the museum of “could have been”.
Somethings are better left behind the glass windows lest you reach out and break them.
Oh the truth, the truth is hard to hold onto…
It is like writing the greatest story and burning the pages even before another soul reads it….
It is what one would call a character flaw…
Nobody lost it, so nobody found it.
As Hemming puts it “But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.” But someone won…
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