For the music is your special friendThe Doors
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
You hear the music
– that song – and the words crawl under your skin. The sun is
setting in the horizon, soft and weak, and the wind chills through your
layers of flesh. You think of the first tape you ever bought, only
now it’s tangled and lies discarded in a bargain bin, forgotten friend.
Time jumps with every note, the world becomes bigger, smaller; until
now, did you really listen? Did you realise that the
lyrics are running out? The song is almost at its end.
by Rachel David