Finally I feel confident that I have a little time to sit down and write on Verny's blog. Just so everyone knows, this site is open to any time you wish to share with other folk about anything and everything concerning Veronica. I don't plan on going anywhere; I plan on sticking around and keeping it going. I hope you feel the same, or at least that if you are not comfortable with sharing, you can enjoy the things I myself and others post.
I posted a song I was working on a few months back, and now that it has reached lyrical finalization (and near completion in the studio) I thought I'd go ahead and post the revision. If anyone would like a copy of the song when it is complete, just let me know and I will find a way of getting to you. I know I'm hard to get contact information on, but if you can't get in touch with me on here or in email, Verny's folks are a sure way of getting to me.
This song was inspired off of a dream I had, of Veronica as a little girl, standing in front of the glass doors leading to her balcony. Sunlight was pouring in all around her--you could hardly see her smiling features it was so bright--but her smile was enormous and she was jumping and dancing and saying something along the lines of "I'm a luckiest girl in the world!" Somehow the way I registered this during my dream, as if it were the unquestionable context of the statement, was that she had a great and happy life, and that she was thankful for every person that made it that way, but especially to her parents.
The song is a story about the destiny and legacy of our friendship, though there truly isn't much exposition about the fine details so much as the epic of it actually occurring. I could never get over how lucky I was to have Veronica, someone who understood better than anyone else in the world. I thought about that a lot during our friendship; it was magical to me that I'd been lucky enough to find someone so special, with such a unique yet familiar soul and approach to life as me. At the very least, my attempt was to capture that feeling, yet in retrospect. I hope that others can find their own significance and comfort in this story and these words, the way that I often do.
Stay With Me, Veronica
I was thirteen
I had a dream I was a toddler again
Passing by that old playground
She was there so I stuck around
Ash brown hair blowing everywhere
Sitting sideways on a swing
Running and hiding behind a tree
Looking under rocks
She was climbing up the slide
When she said
I'm your best friend
We haven't met yet
I've got ten years left
And I want to see
What you've got to show me
So don't walk slowly
If you want to keep up, stay with me.
Woke up at the bell ending geometry
Went on to history class
Sat in a third row seat
I never felt so bored or alone
'Til she came and sat down next to me
I knew that hair, those eyes, that smile
The ancient soul within the child
And when she laughed the sun shown through
The dusty windows of this room
Then she said
I'm your best friend
We finally met
Only got ten years left
So I want to see
What you've got to show me
Please don't walk slowly
'Cause I want you to keep up, and stay with me
Stay with me
Can you teach me how to fly like you?
Looks like you're going too far too soon.
But last night I dreamed that she said
With every butterfly you've got to say goodbye
I hope you know I never planned on saying goodbye
I'm positive at least you lived before you died
And the years lapped us by
As we stuck beside each other
Kept on telling stories,
Her days of glory were all mine too
But last night I dreamed again
That she said
I'm your best friend
But now we met
Haven't got any time left
To say goodbye
But keep on showing
What you had to show me
The world's not going to wait up
So don't walk slowly
And I said you're my best friend
But now we met, and I can't stand
To see you go
Why can't you stay with me, Veronica, Veronica
Stay with me, Veronica, my Veronica
I was thirteen.
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