Electrify Him

'09

What's between his heartbeat

Electrify Me

Photography from '08, last time my camera worked.

They Once Asked Me

I told them it was not about ignoring the shadows cast upon ones life. I told them it was the ability to see the light which creates these shadows.

Lovely

You once asked me what I thought of you.


When a song is played, the notes flow melodiously, beautifully, rhythmically.

But the piece is only as good as its very last note.

For that is the note which clings to the air, in suspense, holds its breath as it

awaits the audience's applause...

Your song was brilliant. Your song was graceful.

The end note was bitter, brutal, contradictory...

Repeats in my mind, engraved as a scorching memory.

The only note I seem to recall.

Breathe

And the sole nurturer of my sanity is the catalyst of my insanity

A Friend of Mine

There's only two ways out of here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDb425Rux6I

Beautiful Lasers: Lupe Fiasco.

If you're too late, you'll be trapped here forever.

Scripted

They say fiction is better than reality. They say their makeshift love lives are full of fantasies. Passion comes not in the way we love, it comes in the form of those emotions strongest to us. Be it hatred, sadness, love, or anger. And one must always keep this in mind. Because love to me is not the script, or even the verbal exchange. It's that unidentifiable force in between. The force that travels between eyes, that travels between hearts. It's the force that you can't see, or hear, or taste; however it's the most prominent of them all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoBoeg-oyBA
[I'd like to tell you this is NOT twilight, but unfortunately, it is. However, once you minimize it and take the town of Forks out of your mind, it is unmistakably beautiful.]

This song I listen to is graceful. It has no lyrics...perhaps that's why I love it so much. The sound of the notes flowing and ebbing is that of liquid beauty. Audible perfection. The power lies in the fact that nothing needs to be said. The power lies in the idea of interpretation and individual admiration. Because nobody hears this song exactly the way anybody else does.

Maybe that's why I love piano, that's why I love music. Because some emotions are so complex, so vast, that it seems almost outlandish to put them into mere manmade words.

Carter Burwell

If only there was a way to tell you
Everything I'd put my mind and body through
No matter the word, life always went on
For you, I knew I'd have to stay strong.
My life without you is like an answer to no question
Tells me things, definitely teaches me a lesson

But at what cost?

My writing contains no sense or rhythm
My life without your colour feels dull and distant

But you want the truth?

Oh I can only tell you in lies.
Every word on this page was once alive
But you killed it, with your memory, and I can't complain
For who do I have other than myself to blame?
Goodnight, good riddance, and goodbye.
As we part I leave you with one final lie
I am no longer in need of you.