I painted a sky with you. You created the clouds while I made the sun set. We made such fond memories painting the sky dark blue while we stared at each other creating the spark of the stars throughout the sky.
I come to you with great news. It isn't good news. I just miss the times where I wouldn't feel as if I was the leftover paint that you just threw to the side. I miss painting with you. Setting the scene with you and creating life as we know it.
I wish I could tell you all of this and more, but I can't.
I want to tell you that when your not around, my world isn' the same and I forget to paint the sky so it turns into a mesh of colors. Eventually this mix of colors turns the whole world black and everyone is lost now.
I wish I could tell you about this so you can help me, but I can't.
We walk in dark nothing without you because I have not found another partner that was as creative and artistic as you were. Even if it was a fake sky, it was our sky, our dream made everything come to life. If you saw my tears falling down making the black sky turn grey, you would help me.
I want you to be here, but I know you can't.
You're in a place where there are no colors, or paint, or an earth to dream on. You're in a place that I knew you would always be. A place where I never thought you would be before I was. I thought I was going to go there first, but you went instead. You valiantly took my place and I shed every tear I could spare for you.
I wish you can help me dream again, but I know you never will.
Beneath the hancocks and purple-y barrier is a bit ruined real record of George Gershwin's songs called, "Embrace You", "Soon", and some other thing I can't pronounce that starts with a K...
So why am I putting this up on display for all to see? Well, I was going to put just a musical note but that's typical (at least in what I see now-a-days). So I put up something not ordinary to the eye. A picture of a old record carcass wrapped in purple with inscriptions of my friends from camp.
In a sense, we all are like this record. We play this game of life until we're broken or hurt and then if someone throws us out the window (metaphorically speaking), there's always somebody that wants to catch you. In other words, another person's trash is another person's treasure!
I find music to be in my soul. Yet I cannot play guitar, or fluently speak through my piano. I only have words to be said (or sung) to the soulful and to the wise. It's interesting I was listening to Jason Reeves all last night (I had nothing better to do) and I remembered that I was going to do this post at some point. The problem was, what was I going to talk about? Yes music but there are so many types of music. There's metal, alternative, pop, hip-hop, country, bluegrass... and so more that are being created!
Once, I went into the car with my cousins and I started listening to the radio station they were on. It was literally a bunch of noises that you hear everyday on the radio. I started laughing because I wouldn't listen to this abstract art but yet I can listen to a guy who likes playing the trashcans at the Santa Monica Pier.
Music makes us uncover our soul but also it makes us think about how much we depend on it. I mean I can't leave my room without having my earphones on hoping that there's a library full of music on the other side. (I have had those days where I only brought my earphones and didn't realize that I didn't bring my ipod...)
Music sometimes makes us think of life differently, or even create different emotions. One day your happy and then next your sad because of a sad song on the radio or on your ipod. It makes us remember memories and regrets.
I'm doubting a lot of people are going to look at this and someon might make a song called, "Our life is a Old Carcass Record" but it's something. So, I'd like to add some information about how I found it.
It was during my break as a counselor and I started wandering off into town. I always feel so happy when I walk but this was a very green oriented place (which I wasn't use to). I looked around Fairfax and walked all the way back to camp. On the side of the road I saw something that was just thrown off a back of a truck. I picked it up and it looked really torn on all sides. Since I didn't have a old record player I decided to use it as a 3 month book for camp friends to sign. I took it with me and people in the camp looked at me like I was completely bonkers. Why would she bring a old record to camp? There are no old records on camp grounds and it's so torn! I don't think you can use it. I always have a belief that everything has a purpose. This record was meant to be in my hands on that day in August 2010. Now it lives properly on my wall as a sign of friendship from camp friends.
There you go. Please do not jump out of a window because this only happened to objects that don't have heart beats, or living. Anyways, I'd love to hear some music that you guys have or come up with whether its about this or even about your lives. I leave you with one little note:
Everyday we make the lyrics of our songs of lives.
No matter where you are or what decisions your making
It's yours to be creative and create.
So please don't throw away your own record.
Make something completely originally you. :)
Love is something that people have tried explaining and have failed in doing so. I imagine its like ecstacy where you don't really know what's happening but when it happens your sitting there like "WOAH. This is CRAZY! Look at all the brightness in the room!"
Not saying that love birds aren't fantastic to look at, but for a single person like me they are not. I mean come on. The brightness of the room was there when you entered you just failed to see that. The only brightness in the room is your heart when you see the so called "love of your life".
I forgot to mention that I'm a bit of a cynic with love. Can you tell? If not then continue reading.
I guess I'm just tired of hearing about love from everywhere I look. Seeing wedding photos from my family and then seeing facebook changed photos of two people kissing. It's like being in a candy store but not able to buy anything. Even if you had the money to buy the candy you couldn't have it anyways.
Anyways I'll be here for awhile writing about things and posting things. I'm new so that photo of me is random and I'll put up another one of some previous works I've done and will be talking about technology next. I just don't want to go off about love for a century or two.
I've longed for your essence in my life since the sun was less far away and my eyes first saw its first shade of gray. I hardly even known you for so long and yet, I wait. I sit here on a hot dr...
I miss you
Like when a child loses a teddy bear that has been kept in their arms for years and years.
Yearning for the day it comes back home to them.
I'm captured in the cold.
Frozen inside the locks of your soul.
I wish that everything was back the way they were and yet not.
Everything has stood stil...
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