we will be beautiful

I used to be a talented sleeper. I recall a time when sleep was sacred. I miss those times, yet i can barely remember how beautiful it is to rest your head, and forget. But I've found a new way to wipe things off lately. Tunes. Beats. Sounds that accelerate my being. Once I set on a trance expedition, I'm a determined, and faithful part of it. The gift of music. I'm a big fan of talent. Name it, if you've got it, I bow to it. I stand with pressed lips to the music gods. I'm not saying its easy to please the eye, but lets not underestimate the ear. It's hard to exhilarate.

Who would watch a movie on mute? Whoever limited the use of the word orgasm to the art of love making has never had his true senses aroused. Music commands our lives, we are oblivious to it. I've seen people swallow, sniff, and blow for music. Music stoners. Beat crack-heads. True music lovers. I've seen fellows who rave soberly. The music IS our drug they say. It's the spine of our vitality. If there is one thing that we've carried with us from one civilization to the next, its music. From sticks and stones, to turn tables and Bose speakers. Music. It loves me like no other lover. Takes me places, echo forever in my being, shows me faces..so powerful..consumed by its halo projection..i can be whatever i want.. you become the best i've ever known.. I'm fooled into believing in fairytales.. I could fall in love again.. anything is possible.. because my eyes are shut. Forget about sight. Play with the chords of my soul. Music. Give me everything you take, fill me up and swim in me...light me up.. we will be beautiful..I will be sleepless.,and when im gone, honor me with music so good, its unhealthy, nothing but music.. my deadly infatuation.

changeling

I was the biggest proponent of the idea that people don't change. I was a kid. Sorry. I didnt know better. I was inspired by a friend last night.. listening to her talking, I relived a younger version of me in her. I saw her pain for a bit.. but it was out shined by her strength.. even though I'm in no position to feel so ..but I was proud. Growing up is inevitable, unintentional, it happens to all of us indiscriminantly. Change is about will power. We can't all do it...its only those one of us who are bright enough to see the road bending, but continue to walk straight.. only those who want to retaliate..to make a statement.. to prove them all wrong..but to make some of them proud..I sincerely apologize to the mind numbing,soul crushing, brainwashing society..because i retired.. and i will no longer entertain you.

Where? what did you say?

Technology is way ahead of us. I swear the faster we learn how to fly things over continents whether its messages,emoticons, or ourselves, the harder it is for our minds to wrap itself around it. We think we understand but we don't. Oh my god we are so confused. Switching weather. Changing faces. Switching language, ideology, or simply the air..the whole process is just under-rated. I'm tangled and intertwined between two very different lives. Trying to figure out which one is the truth and which one is the trick. There has to be a trick. I feel like my life has expanded over the Atlantic, but I'm actually back here now. And it doesn't make sense. So which one is the trick? and the thing is .. even the life we were used to has changed. Some have grown up, some apart. Some of us have gone crazy and some have become best friends with things they're trying everyday. Some of us never want to come back. They cant come back. Because the atmosphere is unusual..unfamiliar, not the same. Mixed with new bodies, and new souls...some are just bodies without souls..the atmosphere..doesnt feel right..and you wonder why they never want to come back. Its harder for those who left.. who put the past behind them and walked away.. you cant expect me to understand because i don't know when it exactly happened..when did it go away, when did the tables spin.. and how did i miss it.. just please remind me...where the hell am i now?