Forever

Listening to Jennifer Lopez while on the way back to school for a drama sesh - I miss my juniors, and they were asking me to go back anyway. Trust Damien and Aishah to be the ones to drag this wolf out from her grumpy self-exile into internship land. Really have to love my drama babies <33

I never really fancied myself a JLo fan, but her songs pass through me pretty easily, unlike some songs that require you to focus on the lyrics or some that are so jarring and bad that you can only listen to them once or twice a year and that'll be more than enough.

But hey, her songs are pretty catchy, and I don't really have to think about them while I'm listening to them. Plus they make a good playlist for running since they move from one song to the next so smoothly.

Just this one song that happened to catch my ear for a bit.

Forever - that's that title of the song.

With every "forever" that she sings, I imagine a flower-shaped splotch of light in my mind (which is a beautifully black canvas) that glows yellow-green. It's like a ball of light.

"Pulsating" is the word I'd use. Do you know what I'm talking about? If you don't, that's cool. If you do, you're awesome. 

So the song's still playing. Now with each "forever" I feel myself getting sadder and sadder, somehow. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing with J. Am I flaking again? Or am I doing the right thing? 

My heart tells me that I'm trying to be mature and do what's right.

My mind worries that I could be running again.

I don't know. And JLo's still singing.
Forever, forever, forever...

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