I decided I wanted to get all my thoughts out of my head, wipe the slate clean, and start again. Thoughts creep up on you, and hurt you all over again.
Listening to Chris Evans on Virgin Radio on the way to work in the morning, inspired me to write this. I thought that every song you hear evokes a memory, good or bad, and takes you to that moment in an instance. A song positions you, in a hotel room, at a school disco, kissing your first love, a divorce, a wedding, a funeral, so many scenarios – like time travel, within seconds of the opening bars, you remember what connects you to it.
“Tracks of my Tears” was born, you’ll note I have chosen my words wisely, as words can trigger an emotion, that bubbles in your gut, and erupts through your body in waves, with a flood of tears in the blink of an eyelid. At work, in the car, in the shower, at the touch of a hand, over a coffee, in an open plan office.
I wanted the reader to listen to the song at the beginning of each chapter, that song that takes me back to that moment, that person, that time in my life – and understand why I may be just that little bit weird, and just that little bit more eager to get things done…because I have to, don’t I? No one else will?
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