Julia Aden

I wish I wasn’t,
but I’m learning to just simply accept who I am.

but some nights, I drive home in my car,
and I have these A-HA moments (excuse my Oprah, its kinda like french, but less romantic)
(and on further parenthesis thinking, why is Oprah not a word recognized by spell check? so ignorant…)
as I was saying…. these moments always come to me when I’m driving with the music loud, and the sun roof down, of course this time of year to drive with the sun roof down means the heat has to be on too, but they’re still just as good as the summer nights that are always so priceless.

I was driving home, listening to the intro of one of my favorite songs…. and as its dragging out beyond the reasonable intro music length, but the band is a genius so I allow it…
I’m waiting at a red light, one of those periodically placed thinking spots.
as I’m waiting it occurs to me, that I’m in the very city that the singer is from, driving a POS car like he did, dealing with bs school, and wishing, and waiting for the city to let me out of its jail cell like restraint that he talked about….

the song finally starts and the light turns green and I start to sing my heart out,
knowing every lyric, every line, every word, every breath he takes, I know it.
This song, is how he got out, okay well maybe not this very song, that was ages ago, but singing is how he escaped, that means I can too….

I can too..