"for the greater part of human activity is designed to make permanent those experiences and joys which are only lovable because they are changing. music is a delight because of it's rhythm and flow. yet the moment you arrest the flow and prolong a note or chord beyond it's time, the rhythm is destroyed. because life is likewise a flowing process, ( Read more... )

"bide time in song: the wait is long. make order, make light, but sing tonight. for our fear is greater still than any wall we've ever built, and minutes measure it along. let them also measure song. there's no peace i know, so sing as you go. to make joy, to make strength, to last fear's length."

-fiya

so i'm remembering a summer night, now years ago, new jersey, a basement. kflow in his springsteen shirt, beside me, our eyes lit up, flashing back and forth and catching eachother's in quick surges, chills shooting up my spine. i'd been sleeping here hours earlier, with the rythym and the warmth of the dryer, the cool and quiet and being ( Read more... )

i wouldn't say things are bad. i wouldn't say things are good. things just are, and they have been for awhile now. things are strained and things take effort. rather absurd amounts of effort. very conscious, specific effort. as in, having to tell myself to do every little thing before i do it. smile. speak. show appropriate emotion and facial ( Read more... )

with the last couple of days and all of this rain and sleep and stillness, it's quite a contrast. all the motion and music, the continual sound (i say this as if sound ever really stops, as if motion ever really stops), the continual company. it sounds like it would get stale, i know. but somehow it really doesn't. so many friends, new and old, a ( Read more... )

it's funny that i'd forget these drives. the slow, stretched out glides through a sleeping town. the empty roads, the tired eyes, taking every long route home i can think of, every back road i can think of, dragging out every moment into all that i can. breathing deep. slowing to near stops on the darkest stretch between kyle's house and mine, just ( Read more... )

so my head is a mess, but in a way that i feel strangely ok about. everything is racing through at speeds that i just can't keep up with. my body and head feel like they are trying to out run one another. i can't seem to catch up with either. an ache is steadily resting in my throat, and i have this cold that just won't stop creeping through my ( Read more... )

there were times when things felt ok ( Read more... )