Surround yourself with silence
hardly something to be scared of, should only be celebrated. with silence, we can hear ourselves, can be scary, but we must be herd. Every breath, as your eyes, smooth across these letters, curves, symbols, your breath is your silence. Dark blue skys, silence.
Sitting up against a tree, the perfect tree. This foliage is what will bring you your silence. Your breath, throught your nose, slowly can calmy, your breath is the gentel breeze of the wind. By the power of your exhale, you control the rustles and bustles of the leaves sliding against each other. Every inhale, is that silence, again centering its self
sky broke.
shattered among the clouds.
began to crack
dark purple veins
pulsed across the baby blue
the harmonious sounds
of two veins meeting.
releasing the first piece of sky
shaped like a body.
flailing its arms and legs
plummeting down
falling closer
sooner
now
hitting the surface into an immediate blue electricity
more veins met
more sky feel.
more colours came to the earth
breaking electricity.
breaking the barriers of the sky
reaching beyond more than the sky
the colour electricity that felt more.
le vieux mensonge le ciel est notre limite
For a long time, i was to scared to take my hands off the handel bars.
i only want to be able to stand up and spread my arms out like im flying
after this summer, my soul thickend around me
my sight to see, only made my bike path so clear
i can stand up, put my arms out like i am flying.
this is what i realized so far over my course of Sunshine Smile project. Love is like a bee, if you run at it, it will sting. If you leave it alone, it will morph into a dinosaur, and hide with the others. If you give it a good humorus story, it will not sting you, and lead you to the honey where u can meet all the other fabulous bees and find the one just right for you.
The qeez in your stomache, this the the big race
Your inner motivation screaming 'YOU WILL DO IT YOU WILL DO IT
The ear wrenching whistle for everyone to step onto the diving stands
Theres such suttleness in the speakers voice, when hes only relasing wild unconrtolled energy with such a suttle voice.
"Take your mark" so suttle
BEEP.
Jumping off like a bobcat pouncing it pray.
Cutting into the watter like butter.
kicking your underwater stream like you havve no arms.
Easing to the surface now, GASP for air.
only slows you down.
Arms are pushing and pullling with every muscle fiber to its last core of outburst enrgy.
Legs are firein
Dear Caroline,
There are times when my life just feels empty. Theres no feelings there, no sadness, joy, happy, scared, anxiety, just empty. It feels like i lost the spark. Eventually my life began to rely on what was around me. My music, clothes, ipod etc. Those only made me feel more empty.
My new clothes fill me with a days worth of confidence, but not the happiness i need. Its my materialism that feeds my soul air. I lost my vision of what really makes me happy. And all these years, i've been blind to true happiness. Then all of a sudden in one sunday i saw my happiness.
Every sunday i would ju
Favourite genre of music: what ever makes interesting noise Favourite cartoon character: couage the cowardly dog Personal Quote: im leaving and never coming back, when i do come back, ill be THE KNIFE MASTER! - the rev.
so i went to costa rica, and had a great time.
i brought my new camera.
and then it was time to go home. and i told hanna since i had to be at check in in 2 minutes to grab my luggage for me and my camera was right next to it.
she didnt bring it.
my camera
is in costa rica, where i will never see it. mi called the hotel hey lied, said they dont ahve it
im still suppressing the idea of my camera being gone.
+D
ok so now that water polo is gone, my priorities are becoming more clear.
music
and not just that clique term music is life etc, but for a serious take music. I want to know the functions the build the layout of music
notes sharps flats pentatonicnetc
im getting lessons now, and its just great.
ive been playing guitar for about 7 years now.
and ive never understood the technics of music, and i am now.
ok, so ive been assigned a new writting project....by myslef.
HA
its a pretty.... i wish it could be intellecutal.
basicly, its kinda like a diary, but im writtting as if theres a reader and im giving advice, tips, techniques from my past expirences.and describing why i was in the past.
Then i write frequently about what i see with soiciety, how its developing. What im hopeing it will be, but i doubt because finding out who you are is such a deeper procsess than writting, but everyone does it differently, thats what im keeping on record.
Mabey a guide line, for ways to the reader to find who they really are?
i dont know, im just writtin