• Before The World Was Big [133]

    Written: 08-08-2022

    Cassandra stared at the spinning ceiling, socks drooping in, her legs up in the air, resting against the threadbare couch.

    The birds were chirping and the sun was starting to rise. She’d left a window open, so she was cold.

    But it was a nice cold.

    She thought of that one time, a New Years, ages ago, where she and her friends went out for an early walk. It was cold. It had rained. And some idiots had tried TP’ing a house in the weather.

    So, in their sleep-deprived state, they began to clean up best they could.

    They were still small enough where they could all pile up on that futon and sleep.

    Maybe.

    They had matching bracelets from that time Seth had done another round of arts and crafts while recovering.

    “Before The World Was Big” by Girlpool

    . . .

  • Song Challenge – Day 2

    I’ll continue with the challenge. Here’s Day 1 if you want the shiny image for what’s next.

    Day 2 – A song I like with a number in the title.

    This one was a bit hard for me to figure out; did it have to be an actual number-number, or would a word count? I opted for a number-number.

    Be-9 by Versus.

    As you can see by the view count, it’s not really a band many know about. In fact, they have two songs that I absolutely adore and both are impossible to find online both legally and through the high seas.

    Anyway, this song reminds me of my 9th birthday. It was a bit of a lonely birthday; only one friend attended, if memory serves (I had another friend who would have, but I believe he was in LA for the summer). Despite the only friend (and my grandfather) showing up, it was pretty awesome. My grandfather got me a Pikachu stuffed animal and my friend got me jewelry that was way too nice to wear to school, so I just kept it safe in my room.

    That was the last birthday I had with that friend. I believe by my 10th birthday she had moved back to Australia.

    . . .

Sappho, spelled (in the dialect spoken by the poet) Psappho, (born c. 610, Lesbos, Greece — died c. 570 BCE). A lyric poet greatly admired in all ages for the beauty of her writing style.

Her language contains elements from Aeolic vernacular and poetic tradition, with traces of epic vocabulary familiar to readers of Homer. She has the ability to judge critically her own ecstasies and grief, and her emotions lose nothing of their force by being recollected in tranquillity.

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