I was so hot this afternoon, went and relaxed on my bed, and was in that space of being not awake, and not asleep. I’ve started an online course so have been working on that, and feeling somewhat like a student. In my dream-like state a string of numbers popped into my head. 9301589 and yes, followed by a V. Really? It’s now 2017, 1993 is so far away. Could it be that? And again the numbers echoed. 9301589v. I had to confirm for myself.
I felt like a student this morning, so my subconscious handily recalled my student number for me. Helpful as!
Seems there are some things we may never forget.
The ghost of you
Invades my thoughts
And makes me ask the question
Here I am sitting on the bus thinking of the word street. And out of nowhere Elaine Paige started singing in my mind, I used to sing karaoke to this when I was a child!
Midnight not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
It will be morning
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in.
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A streetlamp dies; another night is over
Another day is dawning…
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun…
If you touch me, you’ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
I gave you flowers once
When you were sick and the world thought you might die
You never died but your memory went
Leaving no remembrance of what ever happened
I wasn’t sick
So my memory stayed
And I remember