Listening to: Bright Eyes- The Invisible Gardener
Feeling: good
And so I'm writing on my guitar while playing lyrics, in hopes of finding a combination that works- works in the sense of once playing it, every trouble escapes from my head, into my arms, and out of my fingers into the hole of my acoustic in which adds the sentimentality to a piece of wood I have so lovingly grown fond of.
You're so uncomfortable sometimes, said the sky to the moon. Take a vacation, or relax while looking down upon the stars. Isn't it up, the moon replied. In your current position, up could be down or vice versa- at any rate, does it matter what direction up is, down is, what color yellow is, what 2+2 equals, what time you sleep and the sun wakes or anything at all as long as you still feel it all, undeterred? If you forget how to feel, you forget how to live and how to love. This above all, is the most important principle to life and the metaphysical stages incurred therein. If you practice life and love, you will be successful in anything you do. I understand this, the moon replied. Then why do you still feel this way then, the sky questioned.
I'm afraid; we all are, the sky replied.
But oh, how they shine tonight. They shine like they never felt before, like they're viewing life one second at a time, taking it in for what it's worth and not what they think it should value. Happiness versus success. Can one have one with the other, or does one always have to destroy the opposite? Whatever fills your soul I suppose.
My mind is on fire and the garden is green with a blue sky to match; like a sea of perforations, with each hole to match an empty heart that is missing its' other piece in the same sea. Sometimes we are so close, yet so far away. Sometimes the hardest thing to do is feel. Sometimes, we want to shed a tear for each pixel of life, coloring the harsh realities presented before us. But it's all we have. Embrace the hardship and validate your heart.
I heard a noise and turned around, expecting a ghost to be staring back with an equal fright. Everyone is afraid, some people just don't like to admit it as easily as others do.
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