Weekend happened and off he’s gone. Nothing has been done apart from living. The routine of something that we do without making a notice of what we do and why…warm days again and we are getting used to the sense of summer by the end of April. Pity still about lost spring. Not that I am particular fond of her, but I don’t like summer even more. Summer feels too restless, just like life. So I’m not that excited to have extra months added to the bustling time.
Weekend was filled with some things that I haven’t noticed what were they exactly and then wrapped up into music from both ends – some in the morning and some at the night…I’ve noticed that when I need to divert my mind of the ways he’s on, I’d go music-hunting. Old-for-new songs, re-discovered from the past times, sometimes you’d hear a song that you knew many years ago and suddenly she plays your heart's strings. Maybe that’s why most of the songs on my play list are old songs. This weekend happened to be a Scorpions&Deep Purple weekend. Some pretty powerful ballads there…
I’ve been thinking of the words we say between the lines. Or maybe more – about the words we hear when we read between the lines. Are there any, anyway? I used to say: there is no between-the-lines meaning in what I put in this diary. But then I thought of it and I found that of course there is. There is always a meaning that is never said in words. There is that extra thought that means to me something other then she means to anyone who reads…not because I try to hide it, not intentionally at least, but when I write down my thoughts, some of them get skipped. I think them in my mind and for some reason do not type in. Or perhaps they are so fleeting, that I have no chance to capture them into words.
Imagine a flock of sparrows that flashed by in front of your eyes – you cannot see each bird in it, you only can notice one or two…but that sudden disturbance in the air tells you the whole story from the bird’s life…maybe they were startled by a cat leaping from the patient ambush or by a curious child taking a run wishing to get the birds up in the air and watch in awe the wonder of flight.
So yes, in spite of me saying there is nothing between the lines, in reality there is. It might be that initial thought that disturbed my mind in the first place and brought all the rest of other thoughts to the surface. Or there might be few missed out in between, not hidden, but simply neglected, who knows…sometimes not even me ;-) There is never a thought without other thoughts that brought her forward. And if you believe that there is something between the lines, I will not deny it. The question is: who needs to read it, except of me?
Weekend was filled with some things that I haven’t noticed what were they exactly and then wrapped up into music from both ends – some in the morning and some at the night…I’ve noticed that when I need to divert my mind of the ways he’s on, I’d go music-hunting. Old-for-new songs, re-discovered from the past times, sometimes you’d hear a song that you knew many years ago and suddenly she plays your heart's strings. Maybe that’s why most of the songs on my play list are old songs. This weekend happened to be a Scorpions&Deep Purple weekend. Some pretty powerful ballads there…
I’ve been thinking of the words we say between the lines. Or maybe more – about the words we hear when we read between the lines. Are there any, anyway? I used to say: there is no between-the-lines meaning in what I put in this diary. But then I thought of it and I found that of course there is. There is always a meaning that is never said in words. There is that extra thought that means to me something other then she means to anyone who reads…not because I try to hide it, not intentionally at least, but when I write down my thoughts, some of them get skipped. I think them in my mind and for some reason do not type in. Or perhaps they are so fleeting, that I have no chance to capture them into words.
Imagine a flock of sparrows that flashed by in front of your eyes – you cannot see each bird in it, you only can notice one or two…but that sudden disturbance in the air tells you the whole story from the bird’s life…maybe they were startled by a cat leaping from the patient ambush or by a curious child taking a run wishing to get the birds up in the air and watch in awe the wonder of flight.
So yes, in spite of me saying there is nothing between the lines, in reality there is. It might be that initial thought that disturbed my mind in the first place and brought all the rest of other thoughts to the surface. Or there might be few missed out in between, not hidden, but simply neglected, who knows…sometimes not even me ;-) There is never a thought without other thoughts that brought her forward. And if you believe that there is something between the lines, I will not deny it. The question is: who needs to read it, except of me?