I Sit Here Waiting

 

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March 9, 2022

Spent some time with actor Skylan Brooks this morning.  He’s presently starring the new movie Outsiders.  Got on the subject of writing and how the impact of what hits the page has energy in it long after it was released.  It may come with a different interpretation but it’s still a seed for your present place in the Now.  In 1986 I penned out these words I sit here waiting.  Waiting for a dream.  It used to be you and me.  Till you kept stealing.  The song was recorded not once but twice.  Each time carrying a different vibe.  In 1986 it was about a 24 year old male dealing with abortion.  When it was met again in 2013 it was the same man but at 41 dealing with a career that had kept stealing.  The song could easily go through another evolution here in 2022.  The same man at 60 looking at life and how he kept stealing from it.  The words tapped onto the screen of your social media connection should be revisited.  Your reaction several years after posting will be totally unique and different.  If you don’t want to write in journals, give yourself permission to speak your thoughts into an app that turns vocals into written words.  Music legend Don McLean the creator of American Pie talked about how he uses that digital device more as a writing tool then a place where you talk to others.  Now more than ever your experiences with this modern world are needed in 2105.  Your thoughts are energy that’s moved through you.  They don’t belong to you. I sit here waiting.  Waiting for a dream.  It used to be you and me.  Till you kept stealing.