johnnypressure
adventure is point a to point be and the spectrum in between where life turns and circles, supposedly, and where perspectives are challenged and ideas formed. adventure is a battle. and it is nothing to anybody if it's not written down.
created music and creation takes moments to take over. i grab the words from emotion that my brain will generate by second without need and without conscious. I take the hands of letters and bring them into words.
More than a phase.
sudden is a context of which there is none. a surprise that shouldn't happen. a surprise that didn't happen. perhaps, had i not expected it, you may have caught me off guard.
the tide came in bringing people with it in waves, limbs over limps smacking on a dried and cracking ground. From somewhere there came recommendations for a life guard, and everyone agreed. Save ships that may be passing from the people who created them.
A train to some kind of utopia. maybe dagny will wait for me while i try to get to where she is. a train to some kind of utopia aside from hell and different from here. maybe you will wait for me. i truly hope you'll wait for me.
bow until your back breaks. if they refuse to look up at you, force them to bend their necks in your reverence, as to look down upon you.
reflexively cast away what was once important, because what's now is simply and wonderfully beautiful. a boy fell asleep on my lap and a musical beat stuck in my head. i'll stroke his hair and sing until i die, because it's simply everything right now.