Sometimes all it takes is a song, that voice that pushes out emotions in the shape of words, that chord in the perfect place. It all comes tumbling down, the facade of the person everyone thinks you are. The sobering moment where you see the un-romantasized version of yourself. Cedar sits quietly in the back of the room, just waiting for that insecure moment to pull out a dark secret that causes the mass to panic.
And the tears fall. The back of your throat hurts from the attempt to keep it in. You cry and laugh at yourself for the act. What is it going to solve?
4 comments:
I'm really glad that you skipped half of the movie to produce this. It was worth it.
I'm not sure if i sense sarcasm in that message... but reading this blog today, it seems really forced.. and.. yeah..
No sarcasm at all darlin.
It didn't sound forced to me. I like it, how you described a song. Its so true. When you write something that actually means something, you really are putting your heart on your sleave for everyone to see. It's a very vulnerable experience.
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