somewhere over the rainbow

quick, find the cd. it's got to be in this pile. drop some. keep searching. open coldplay cases to check. blow off dust from that forgotten nina simone cd. spread cds out across the desk. quickly. it's coming. where is it? it has to be here!

found it.
open it.
hands shaking. cliches abound.
presh the button. insert the cd. hurry.

track seven. play.

repeat.



have you ever rushed to find that song? hoping to fend off a sudden wash of sadness?
only to find it bruising your ear drums, not soothing them? completely incompatible. completely ineffective. the mood stays like a beetroot stain on white pants. immovable. determined. glaring back at you, self-assured and confident of it's own staying power, and its ability to ruin everything.

i'm glad music isn't my god.