eighteen

by this time
i understand what it is i feel good about and comfortable with.
i know what is right and wrong for the most part,
i can relate to small melodramatic jumps in the mental radar and form a mold around things that belong near me.
i've sought out and hastened with noises that dwell every which place and i believe in seeing colors though things that are dull, hopefully. i want to be placed in a spot that i can fill and perhaps overflow; the need is not only mine, of course, a world is the need. in comparison to what, what.. well, im not sure i can paint that to you.

its just....
alright;
you know the feeling you get when you see something or hear something, chills your spine... you see it in your mind, put it in your words and head, relating it to yourself... and you know it is magic. the way a crowd of instruments playing just the right thing can create something deeper then the crevices of time. or the steady pattern of the waves on the shore or the sheets of rain that hit the ground, the length of grass, scented breezes, smiling sunshine, humble evergreens, harmonic voices is a warm church, romance with entwined fingers, laughter upon mistake, dances for joy, aging grins, flawless conversations, fresh air, freedom…
THESE THINGS
SEEN AND FELT IN MOVIES
AND IN BOOKS

THEY ARE REAL THINGS!
AND THEY ARE 7 BILLION TIMES MORE POWERFUL IN REAL LIFE THEN ON A SCREEN.

put the music to your life, make your own video.
it's up to you, your own work
isn’t it wonderful?

The ultimate work.
Who will guide you?

who will guide me.