If you stop moving, what are you but dead ( Read more... )

My habit died ( Read more... )

B flat’s gotta be my favorite chord now, top 3 at least. I know it when I hear it now. I played music in the key of B flat for an hour straight without break. I scored life, conversation. I existed in it. People sitting on the stage, post losing One-Act style from high school. But this is something more. In college there is an infinite landscape of ( Read more... )

In my dream I was on my knees on the hope that such an act would help console a young girl crying at the curtains. I'm a tearcatcher, and I'm good when given chances. But this was different, it was a watercolor portrait of a day-dream made so vivid in actual dream. The other morning I woke up from a dream where my mom and dog died, heart racing and ( Read more... )

This was the week ( Read more... )

I wish people didn't have bodies. Looking at a person is the fastest way to gain information, but big con here is that the way a person looks tells you nearly nothing about a person. It tells you SOMETHING, it tells you a little bit. But basely, it tells very little. And so it gets in the way. Weight deceives, hair deceives, voice deceives, skin ( Read more... )

Funny is hard. You can deconstruct a punchline six ways 'til Sunday but the truthiest truth remains that it's either funny or it's not. There's not an assembly line somewhere. There's no instruction written in a yellow book that can tell you this mystery. This is why funny is oddly comparable to the world's grand mistress, music. You can't tell me ( Read more... )

Good paragraph ( Read more... )

Time is thief. It comes so hard in the night and infects so blatantly in broad daylight, perhaps even worse. I like it when people live in ignorance to thieves like these. I like when people dance on top of it, in sweet spite of it. These people move me and should move me to higher things. Don't listen to a world screaming "no" at the top of its ( Read more... )

Love is great. Is there anything greater than love? I'm not, I'll repeat, am NOT enjoying the ecstasies of young romance in this moment and shouting this on a rooftop in rhetorical grandeur. I'm actually asking if there is. If not, then it must be said that all great things are love in different shapes, in different forms ( Read more... )