and that is heart-breaking,

thank you, nevertheless.Sometimes I wish I could be the band and make the songs come alive onstage, but to be honest I am much more comfortable backstage and figuring out shutter speeds and changing the ISO. I am not the memory-maker, I am the memory-keeper, which one would you rather be ( Read more... )

Music will always find you in the saddest of states, in the poorest of countries, in the gravest of days. May I never take music for granted, even if it floats just as freely as the air we breathe. This could be the best days of my life and I may never know it. This could be it. I am willing to learn from history's mistakes. I am dying to live.

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cute/fun/yes/please/now

Knowing I'm barely here,
the less movement, the more emotion.
subtle is in.

***Zach Condon take care of yourself and I'll try and do it too. We are all exhausted and weary from traveling whether physically or emotionally.

I am warm under blankets with tired eyes and a tired mind. I am not sure how much mental strength I have left to spare. It seems every day during school takes a little more of me away and I have to fight to get it back when coming home. I would just like to sink into a deep sleep and take the easy way out this time, but that would be against my ( Read more... )

sleepy sleepy sleepy and dreaming to awake abruptly to a choppy morning. anticipating emails and the future. I should really take up running again.

some good news: a camera in the crowd, the music&photography blog my friend and I run was mentioned on vh1's best week ever tv today ( Read more... )

my desk's cluttered and hiding under the "stuff" that I've casually left, till there layers started forming, building ontop of each other slowly. Like how you can tell how old a fossil is by the layer it's buried in, the layers of clutter gives away how long it has been since the desk's wooden surface has touched the air. I will clean up on the ( Read more... )

Foxes (sighing like a furnace) | Sparrow House

it's getting colder here
matching moods with the patchy weather
swimming through the memories
floating in the present, with eyes half-closed
dreaming under the blankets of imaginary snow ( Read more... )

blowing out the smoke/steam
a machine/insect uncared for.
{I will edit this lateras we speak, the box of photo paper I ordered online is traveling somewhere over/in the United States and scheduled to arrive on my doorstep, 11/03/06 (Friday). I am out of paper and I am at a loss. I made two prints today, except I think I had some chemicals that got ( Read more... )

that voxtrot roll I developed today is holding me up from that sinking feeling, printing tomorrow. I sense a reason for why the word is called {dead}line.
the minor details are blurring my vision/thinking, my feelings can't multi-task. I must make the right choices.

{I will edit this later}...

It is strange that on the inside: it's all I love you ( Read more... )

I am not sure how I could or ever try to explain how much/what shows mean to me and how surreal it is to wake up in bed confused on whether I was really there or if it was all just a dream. It is incomprehensible that that much happiness could be felt in one night and last through forever.

( there is motive behind the voice )