The fragile keep secrets…

…gathered in pockets and they sell them for nothing like a cheap watch or locket that kind of gold washes off.

I wish there was a way to show people exactly how you feel at a particular moment (without having to use many many descriptive words, as some meaning is bound to be lost in all the translation). I mean, I guess that’s what art is… someone trying their hardest to convey every nanometre of their feelings, to share with everyone else.

I just wish there was an even more accurate way of doing that. I don’t know if this happens to everyone else, but when I hear a song or see something or smell something or do anything that conjures up a feeling/s so intense that I actually feel a knot in my stomach (not the actual stomach, just the general abdomen area). Note, the word knot in this context doesn’t necessarily carry negative connotations. I use the word knot because that’s actually the feeling that I get. Well anyways, I wish I could reach into my core and pull out this knot and slam it against a canvas, where it would explode into words and images and sounds and smells and textures so that other people would be able to feel EXACTLY what I was feeling.

I wrote this because I’m listening to Bright Eyes and the genius of their songs, and Conor Oberst’s trembling voice manages to give me knots every second of every song.

~ by dontdancenaked on April 28, 2008.