all of this living makes me feel like some sort of circus act at times. that's not a bad thing, but it's just harder than i remember to juggle. i do enjoy it though. i'm more than ready to leave this little town behind. she makes me happy and helps me leave my sheets when i haven't gotten enough sleep. but still i come home each day to find this familiar tug ushering me toward myself. with these heavy bass lines driving themselves into my ears and a voice that speaks for me when i don't know how to talk.
"i can feel your heart beating out of your stomach!"
don't panic.
there simply is no need.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
the whipping wind
Recently I've noticed the winds are changing. Lately I've seen the weather change. I watched the clouds move in from the west, and waves swallow ships at the break of day. So here we stand at the top of the world, the wind swirling smiles around. Pushing you over while flying mid-air, whipping your hair up, and knocking me down.
You said "I'll be your fire", you'll keep me warm, while you rest your head atop my chest. And I breathe in at the heart of this storm, you have a habit of melting me, I must confess.
You said "I'll be your fire", you'll keep me warm, while you rest your head atop my chest. And I breathe in at the heart of this storm, you have a habit of melting me, I must confess.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
a few favorite quotes
" hardly are those words out, when a vast image of spiritous mundi troubles my sight.
somewhere, in sands of the desert a shape with lion body and the head of a man. a gaze, blank and pitiless as the sun is moving it's slow thighs while all about it real shadows of the indignant present burns. the darkness drops again, but now i know that twenty centuries of stony sleep are vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle. and what rough beast, it's hour come round at last slouches toward Bethlehem to be born."
"An ex-girlfriend once got upset when I told her that music is the most important thing in my life. It’s more important than anyone else could ever be. I don’t want to be overly dramatic and say it’s the only thing that gets me up and keeps me going. But people in your life come and go. As you go through your life, you make friendships, you break friendships, you have relationships. Music is the one thing I’ve always been able to rely on. So why wouldn’t it be the most important thing in my life?"
"The whole world, myself included, seem to have one thing in common. We're just a crowd of people who don't really fit in anywhere attempting to convince one another that we do. I guess I'll put my sunglasses on and pretend, like everyone else, that I too belong here..."
somewhere, in sands of the desert a shape with lion body and the head of a man. a gaze, blank and pitiless as the sun is moving it's slow thighs while all about it real shadows of the indignant present burns. the darkness drops again, but now i know that twenty centuries of stony sleep are vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle. and what rough beast, it's hour come round at last slouches toward Bethlehem to be born."
"An ex-girlfriend once got upset when I told her that music is the most important thing in my life. It’s more important than anyone else could ever be. I don’t want to be overly dramatic and say it’s the only thing that gets me up and keeps me going. But people in your life come and go. As you go through your life, you make friendships, you break friendships, you have relationships. Music is the one thing I’ve always been able to rely on. So why wouldn’t it be the most important thing in my life?"
"The whole world, myself included, seem to have one thing in common. We're just a crowd of people who don't really fit in anywhere attempting to convince one another that we do. I guess I'll put my sunglasses on and pretend, like everyone else, that I too belong here..."
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