Vibrations of Life


Heartbreak is a funny thing. Sometimes you feel it. Sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you can feel the scars of it vibrate through your chest as though an apparition is reaching in through your back and plucking the strings of your soul. That’s what I felt last night.

I was checking out a DJ for a project I’m working on at Patty Boom and a string of reggae songs that I used to listen to with my clones. The music resonated with me so intensely that I could feel my heart vibrating from my back through to the front of my rib cage. I love music, but the way that I experience it can be brutal. Really brutal. It literally felt like I had a tear in my heart and with every beat the pulse of the music was trying make me…remember. And then, as if the gods could hear my soul rumbling, whispering of its pain, my sister sent me a message that turned the vibrating, tearing, torment of my pain into a warmth that I could bear.

The scar remains. It hurts all the time. Sometimes I brood and I feel distant. Sometimes, I smile as I bear it. I just hope that one day I can hold my Unforgotten Ones again. This minimalist soul fusion piece is product of the pain and emptiness I feel from missing them, but also, the happiness of their memory, the love I will always have for them, and the hope that I will see them again.

Follow the light…

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