Feb 17, 2022

We trace our fingers along covers of books, CD`s,vinyl records


Had great discussion about lyrics to a song,

releasised both enjoying that moment of nothingness

that moment of importance

that moment of communicating

that moment of connecting.


At those times when we explore trivial stuff, life at the edge of nothingness.
perhaps when we trace our fingers along covers of books, CD`s, vinyl records,
Do you remember when, who was you with when purchased!

Perhaps you bought that for someone for special reason?

Or a nothing reason.

Where?
You got them, how it felt. Even the moment.
Everything’s is not too special, Perhaps it that even `preciousness of nothingness`.

Most things are some kind of testament.



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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"