stonesl

by Salma Saeedi

CLEO

My mom dismisses the song as being nothing more than noise. She pokes her head out from the window imploring me to turn it off, yelling at me when I make it louder instead. She doesn’t care that the song gives me chills and almost puts me in a trance. I guess it’s understandable; she doesn’t like any of the music I like. I don’t even think she likes music, always complaining of the headache it gives her.

I think about the idea of this particular song: everything in its right place.  It’s a great concept right? I guess I would imagine it to be like those perfect days when you find yourself sitting outside with the weather just right, reading, and listening to music. Your friends are there if you want to hang out but there’s no pressure if you’d prefer to revel in the solitude. The sun shines on your face, the warmth wraps you up: an imperturbable peace. I envision that scenario and I contrast it with my day today. Even though the specifics might coincide, something is missing. [Read more…]