Kiss the rain is playing in my head, with the big drum beat in my ear matching it's beat. As the lyrics and the music calm my soul, I ponder the drum beat and it's signifigance, it's uses, it's constant steadiness in my exsistance. It's louder when I'm stressed, drumming harder and harder to create a barrier between everything else and me. It protects me.
The drumbeat seems to have always been there, as if it's been a part of me from the begining of time.
Thursday, May 19, 2005