I Can Hear You Singing To Me
Heard your voice in between the lines
I’ve been thinking lately about all the writers here on Medium — and those who write for Songstories in particular —and how through the words they use and songs they choose I feel like I’m getting to know who they are. Writing on this platform has a way of opening people up.
I know I often spill my guts here. In reading my stories, you’ll get to know who I am on the inside.
I often read stories here that stretch my mind. They give me a different perspective on the lives of others. I gain a new level of understanding. In reading a story that contains a great deal of vulnerability, I begin to feel compassion for someone and their situation in a way that I may not have been able to do before.
I begin to see someone's humanity.
This awareness bubbled up for me while perusing a few posts here on Songstories the other day. As I was reading, the Semisonic tune “Singing in my Sleep” started playing in my head.
Got your tape and it changed my mind,
Heard your voice in between the lines,
Come around for another time,
Where nobody ever goes.
If you’re old enough to remember cassette tapes, you probably created one with recordings of all your favorite songs. And if you had a boyfriend or…
