Sometimes I just could not find the right words to say. Searching for the right words to express abstract feelings, substituting symbols for meanings and vice versa, can be a struggle. But it doesn’t mean it is less true, it’s just some feelings are harder to transpose than others.
At times I cut myself open in search for something to say. But in the end, I didn’t need to say anything at all.
The heart communicates in abstract languages. Sometimes it’s best to tell a story when you just let the heart speak and trust what it has to say, even if it doesn’t have any words at all.
Last weekend, the homie visited the yard and shot an impromptu. We were both feeling a little noir talking about adult stuff and more stuff – about time flying. But it was so pretty and couldn’t ignore the lovely day out in the yard so naturally, we did our thing.
Little things to get by.
PS New album coming soon!
Going back to the old stomping grounds up the hills.
Not too long ago, I’d come here often during the night to unwind. I’d brought many of my friends here and has since been our ‘secret’ spot – too many memories were made on this little nook we used to call our own.
Is it possible to outgrow a feeling, an experience – move on? A path you know you have to follow but it’s not the same road as before.
When you could no longer relate to what was once a life.
Why is a heart so selfish? …but whose heart?
My second single, A Burlesque Chorale, off the EP …for the most part., is almost 2 years old.
Summer’s Colder & I’m Still Here Music Video, we are, et al