I have experienced this nearly daily for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, it can feel quite overwhelming. It can even happen on the hottest day of summer. It's often body-wide... moreI have experienced this nearly daily for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, it can feel quite overwhelming. It can even happen on the hottest day of summer. It's often body-wide, even raising the hair on my head, but particularly my arms and thighs will be affected. It happens when I hear certain songs, when I hear a very dear loved one speak after having not heard their voice for a long while, and, sometimes, when I play a musical instrument, if I am unable to detect any flaws. Does this ever happen to you? less
I wondered are they the same as the ones we have? Ours are sort of pale pink and white, single flowers. They often grow in hedgerows in the wild but I noticed the ones along ... moreI wondered are they the same as the ones we have? Ours are sort of pale pink and white, single flowers. They often grow in hedgerows in the wild but I noticed the ones along the motorway were on free standing bushes.It also made me think of this song, which has been stuck in my head ever since.. It's a kinda sad song but I love it because it reminds me of the old ballads/folk songs my mum used to sing to me..it's of that kind of vibe.
His father died and left him a little farm in New England.All the long black funeral cars left the sceneAnd the boy was just standing there aloneLooking at the shiny red tractorHim... moreHis father died and left him a little farm in New England.All the long black funeral cars left the sceneAnd the boy was just standing there aloneLooking at the shiny red tractorHim and his daddy used to sit insideAnd circle the blue fields and grease the night.It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars'Cause when he looked up they started to slip.Then he put his head in the crux of his armAnd he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship,Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of itAnd saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light,He saw his daddy 'hind the control board,And he was very different tonight'Cause he was not human, he was not human.Little boy's face lit up with such naked joyThat the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns,White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearlyAnd he looked around and there was no black ship in sight,No black funeral cars, nothing except for him, the ravenAnd fell on his knees ... less
