Down the street I stroll My scarf hanging in a breezeless night Ears full of screaming As the drums pound away. All alone, free of sight I sing the words in line Stringing from word to word The magical song of which I am an addict. Halfway through, I hear a shuffle Feet not mine, from somewhere back there I turn over my shoulder To find to my surprise A woman not far behind. Startled to learn That after all I was not alone.
Written my freshman year of college, this is a story about a late night walk to campus center to get some food. I believed myself to be alone, so I was singing along to a (then) new Soilwork song “This Momentary Bliss”, which I had been playing on repeat for a couple of days. When I got about 3/4 of the way there I realized there was someone walking behind me, though not directly. And since I went to a small college I sort of knew the person, so I felt really awkward.
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