Shoflake

I was on the bus home to Dublin last week from Offaly and i was in a really bad fucking mood and it was raining. Sitting there with a new bag in my lap that i had been given as a christmas present, tracing the patterns the flowers made along the fabric.

I had clearly annoyed the person i loved who was sitting beside me through out this journey, he recognised my bad mood obviously, and i could feel him touch my ear, i realised he had put a headphone in my right ear and told me to listen.

A song started to play, it was a song that means alot to me, the kind of song that time travels, brings you back, takes you away without moving you. Throughout the whole journey he had seemed to have compiled a playlist of songs for me, all my old favourites, all my new favourites, timeless and pounding, my soundtrack.

It amazes me that some one can know me so well as to compile half my life onto an ipod.

It amazes me that life can be so simple like that in the most complex of times.

There we were, hand in hand, traveling forward by going backwards.