On Islands

I view life as a series of interactions between the small voice buried deep within this complex brain and the small voices of others trying to reach out and communicate through what are the seemingly endless barriers that are thrown in our way every day.

It’s bad enough that so much seems to be lost in translation between my heart and the ears of the beholder, but to add to that the maze of emotional trap doors we have to negotiate as to what is, and isn’t appropriate behavior for a particular small voice to witness, and it seems the journey for a sincere thought or emotion is almost insurmountable.

Do we not all find ourselves talking to other ‘tiny sparks of love trapped in organic shells’ and hear ourselves saying things that mean nothing, but feeling emotions strong enough to move mountains? And what do we do with these emotions? Bury them deep into our fantasies and dreams, to emerge in the safety of the role playing mind in the depths of sleep.

There are people I want to tell things to, admit a need or desire, or even a hate or intolerance, but these thoughts remain in the dark for fear their light will burn a hole in the fragile world I have built to protect me. It is important however for us all to admit they are there and form part of the person no one ever gets to decipher.

But sometimes it would be nice to say, ‘actually I really……..’

How appropriate then that today’s ditty is ‘On Islands’ by New MusiK, and wonderful 12 string blast from 1980 which perfectly sums up the above. It has optimism and sadness and a brilliant searing synth lead sound. The kid talking over the end is also kind of cool, if not a little cheesy.

‘Were all the same, all on our own Islands, that reach out for ever more… into the darkest depths of eternal space…searching’