The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 10/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “medium.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Meantime, it’s not kind

A thief, never on your side

Leaving like the tide

No way to keep some behind

It is limited meantime.

This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Shelley Krupa

Song Lyric Sunday: Pain. Meantime Imogen Heap.

Helen Espinosa  of  This  Life  one  step  at a time  has  set  us  the  task  of  fining  a  song  about  Pain  for  our Song Lyric  Sunday.

Part of the lyrics of Meantime by Imogen Heap and Guy Sigsworth.

The purity in dreaming,
the meantime is a quarentine,
suppose there is no difference 
and phone sex is eternal love

the promise in our yearning 
the meantime is a quarentine 
and the body parts can mix
when you fail to make her hard 

and you’ll never find out if this ones love
once you’ve dried out a river 
And you’ll never found out if this one’s love
So take my heart in the mean time

This to me this is one of the saddest of songs. A young Imogen Heap  with  Guy Sigsworth wrote about the pain of pretend love, love for sale that  is  experienced  by  young  and  old  in  the  quest  for  that  one  true  love . The cheapness and depressing aspect to sex that  often  rears it’s  head  before  love  arrives. Let’s face it sex is not love but both love and sex can cause a lot of pain. Love is  a  killer, it is unkind  it  enjoys  your  pain. We  are  all if  we  are  honest yearning  for  the  one  love  until  we  find it. Some  never  find  it and  often  those  who  do  do  not  take  care of  it and  crush  it  carelessly  like  a butterfly.

So  the  question  is  in  the  last  verse  of  the  song.

Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one

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