And then it rises with the fall

by Amy Turn Sharp


One of my bff's reminded me last night about how we listened to the Garden State soundtrack over and over like machines a few years back. We listened to it so much that it is on a constant loop in our minds forever. Heap rocks some Frou Frou and I could eat dinner or kiss Joe passionately to The Shins anytime. It is one of those soundtracks that makes me forget I am not in a movie when I am walking round the town with my ear buds. I walk down the brick streets and as the music floats through my ears everyone can see my story drip down and pool at my feet. They can see it all on my face and the soundtrack to my movie pulls them in like the Pied Piper and they stare.


Get me delivered to yr email xo