heart.beats - suburban rights.

words have been milling in my head for some days, weeks now. somehow i'm convinced that my inner subconscious, recurring nightmares, trek back home and everything is somehow united. linked, somehow. to tell me something.

or maybe not. maybe i'm just at a turn, where my creativity is secretly trying to creep its way back into my veins after an unintentional hiatus. that would be nice.

so i listen to songs. a lot. to work, at work, from work. on walks. on jogs. sometimes i hear music in my head when i'm not even listening to anything. this song, here. it's got a sort of untouchable, haunting melody. the suburbs failed to have the impact that funeral, arcade fire's debut had on me. neon bible was take it or leave it as well. but the point in me beginning to post videos with text is not necessarily an exercise of music criticism, although i may dabble in a review or personal experience if the writing bug seems to be so inclined. rather, i thought of a concept of playing a video or song. something that evokes emotions or memories - real or conceptualized as a feeling in my mind. anything that can get me writing about it.

i didn't grow up in the suburbs. quite far from it. rather, anyone who knows me can attest that i escaped a rather closed rural community. 800 villagers. pretty happy i got out, too. but something about this song tugs at my inner being - of the vulnerability of fleeting childhood.

'so move your feet from hot pavement into the grass. cause it's already past, it's already past.'

funny how fast one thing can evolve into another entirely. you blink, and everything's already changed. that fast.

'in my dreams, we're still screaming.'

me, too.