this morning, i found myself travelling back in time. back to a time of innocent junior high school dances where the girls danced and the boys stood, leaning against the walls of the gym. i also travelled back to a time of goodbyes and fresh starts, of signing yearbooks and wishing people good luck with their future endeavors. it was incredible how i could feel exactly the way i did when i was living those moments. and how all the faces that meant something in those times stood out and smiled at me.
how did i time travel without increasing my velocity to the universal constant of light? how did i move backwards in time without the car of the past?
easy, silly, i listened to music.
keith sweat asked kut klose to help him sing it and his annoying whine faded out with the soft melody of the trio's voices. and it took me back to my 8th grade year, when the djs always played that silly song at dances. not to mention keith sweat's more annoying release that year: "nobody." i remember dancing with someone to that song, maybe scotty? hehe...that was a looooong time ago. an extremely long time ago. nevertheless, it was odd and refreshing to go back.
then, the guitar riff sounded and billy joe stopped. then he repeated it. then he said "f*ck." then i was back to senior year of high school, sitting in the gym the morning of senior day. as the senior "video" played, i heard the songs that made me grateful for the memories and the chance to leave my crappy high school behind. then i was suddenly sitting at the bowling alley, with jenny, signing away my thoughts and feelings to yearbooks instead of bowling. i dont think i held a single bowling ball in my hands. the weight of the yearbooks doubled an 8-pound ball, im sure...then i was at espn zone, sitting on the cold tile floors in my "dunk" pajamas and save ferris shirt, singing way to "good riddance (time of your life)" while ug said "i cant believe its over." wow, senior year... big year. big events. big hearts. big changes.
ah, ive carried on too long. long live the sweet recurrence of memories and friendship. sunshine is nice, but not when your skin becomes more shrivelled up than the skin on potato wedges.
when i am down and i am blue, all i have to do is close my eyes and think of you...and the world is new!
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