Monday, August 31, 2009

SURREALISM

Here's the link too: Cauchemar
Watch it in HQ :)

Sunday, August 23, 2009

I DON'T

I don't understand myself anymore; I've become distant with who I am and what I really stand for lately. The lines between moral and its opposite have blurred, should I or shouldn't I tell someone what to do because of my own beliefs? Or do I let them go?

It has become all too easy to associate with the tragedies and stories of the songs I listen to and I wonder will I ever shutdown and become another sheep in this society in which we belong. Yeah I may have everything I've ever needed but sometimes less is more, it's made me a worse person.

I'm afraid of myself.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

I LIKE

Sophie, blunt pencils, coffee, adventures to unknown places, cracking knuckles, singing to myself, Vans, thinking I can skate, taking photos, playing Xbox, listening to passionate music, spending time with best friends, deep philosophical conversations, attempting to answer ultimate questions, sudoku, kissing, good grammar, space and the universe, sober people, stars, the wilderness, foreign films, visual art and the helvetica font.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

COUNTING

The minutes until you are home.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

I'VE REALISED

That the chaotic and turbulent environment of a hardcore show can often be the most peaceful one. Just as music connects to everyone on their own emotional and spiritual level I feel as though nothing else matters when you're surrounded by like minded people. I mean you may not be able to put a face to a name but the energy is therapeutic, takes me away from everything...

Monday, August 3, 2009

SOMETIMES

There's just nothing you can do.

UNTITLED

Like a fucking bomb ticking my heart races the same,
I'm screaming my lungs out but no one responds to name.
I'm in the middle of the tempest where there is no shore,
I can't be sure what flag I'm waving anymore.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

A FIRE IN MY HEART

I can't for the life of me separate myself from this disdain and loathing of the hate of intoxicated people. Every time I hear about it and or witness it, it only makes me sick in the stomach; it creates a fire in my heart. I swear it will be the eventual breakdown of myself but it's something I can't rid my heart of. I can't sit here and watch this society fall into decadence otherwise it will be me falling. I suppose I have to just let it go, put it to the back of my mind and close my eyes. My music seems to be the only release these days...