“To try to scratch this song that is stuck somewhere between the skin and the heart.” -Anis Mojgani
I know it’s true. A song unwritten will get caught in you like a splinter. Because it’ll come to you like an epiphany and you’ll think to yourself, “Self, I must share this with the world! How come they don’t know?” And just the knowing that you’ve stumbled upon some rhythmic and poetic fact that no one has yet pounded out into chords and melody makes you feel like a super hero. As if by concentrating for however many hours or days or weeks it takes you to write it all out, you can save a relationship, a soul, a life, a morning the night after something horrible. I also know that if you don’t write it, it’ll just sink right on into your blood and down to your heart, till its pumping and surging through you. Till it’s shining out of your pours, eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. Without your conscious mind ever really knowing it, you’ve gone and started living the song. What’s more is your movements have become fluid with it. You have a strong beliefe in it, you taste it, your day is tinted orange with it because you know it through and through. It even starts to hurt and you don’t know why. And who will tell you that it’s because of the song? You’ve deprived the world and injured yourself by being so lazy, so selfish. So write it, dammit! So that everyone else can know the ecstasy of feeling a song touch them through their blood and into their hearts and out their pours.
