| FUCK YOU JASON. |
[Fri Mar 19, 2010 at 8:48am] |
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letoofwar (08:46:55): slaps knee lol
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[Wed Aug 27, 2008 at 8:56pm] |
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the fuck.
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| this is what you've become. |
[Thu Aug 07, 2008 at 7:28pm] |
there are things in my life; moments, people, songs, sentences, pieces of literature, movies, a thousand different things. i call them 'collisions' in my mind because it's the easiest way to word what i feel when they happen to me. it takes an instant, and i feel as though i've learnt more about myself. i don't know if it happens to everyone, but. it's like something moves me every day, and it can be the same thing that moved me yesterday, a year ago, or it can be something completely different. something new. the new things hit the hardest.
it's most powerful with music. i can remember listening to in your honor by the foo fighters and having my eyeballs nearly pop out of my skull. it was like every day from that summer had been made into a different song, every day i found something different of myself in that music. i still go back to those places, and find new ones, whenever i listen to it. i go back to him, to that road trip, to that entire summer. i think of new people. and then there's this whole other level, this musicality, where the instrumentation and the way the melody sounds and the way certain things hit your ears, and you're taken somewhere else.
it's like. i don't know. i find out more about myself through music and through a moment - a shot or a photograph or something i read, or just a split second in time where something catches my attention. i work on a sense basis a lot of the time. i write that way too, i always think about the texture of things, the smell, the colors. because it seems like so much of the time we just ignore everything we have. and to ignore these little parts of me i find would be... ugh. bleak.
sometimes it's so overwhelming you know? i don't know why it happens but i'm so, so glad it does. well. with most things. when you really... collide, connect, whatever the word is, with someone? who knows. but isn't that worth it. isn't it all worth it. because it reminds me so much that i am alive, and that someone, somewhere, lived the exact same feeling and breath and heartbeat as me. that's worth it all.
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[Sun Jan 13, 2008 at 12:37pm] |
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we were supposed to rise above
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