The love for an artist

Press Play.

Your music sends chills down my spine. It brings me into a whole different world.
      I feel like i have known you for years.

 I connect and feel your emotions & energy in your song.
Your voice carries out of the head phones like music in the wind.

Life & bricks

Let's take a second and talk. 

Let's talk about all the BS we deal with. 

            Can we never catch a break!

We deal with:

1.     deadlines 

2.     traffic 

3.     hunger (we are teenagers we are always hungry) 

4.     sleep deprivation 

5.     our jobs 

6.     family issues 

7.     And much more. 

There maybe some people out there that don't deal with life and they either live in a fairy tale, or are robots. 

I totally understand why people snap.

There are people in our lives that will do little things to you. Those little things add up to be a weight of bricks on us and we are one day just going to dig our self out from underneath that pile and snap. Because we can’t handle dealing with that any more.  

   

Sometimes it's good that we are being slammed with bricks because it's causing us to throw these bricks back at life, and say Hey how you like me now! 

Why do we put up with it? Cause its life. 

Life doesn't care if it knocks you down and makes you bleed. 

Love thoughts

 
I can’t tell you what love is.

I can only tell you about my perception of what love is. I have been trying to come up with what to write about love for 7 days now, and what I can tell you about love is that it’s a hard concept that we all want to understand. 

            Does anyone know what love is?!

                    Cause I don't.

Love is everywhere! We have songs about love, movies about love, even freaking holiday dedicated to love, and cities of love. We have an obsession with the idea of love. We all want love.

There are 7,295,299,240 people in this world. We always hear that there is someone special for everyone. How do we find our 1 special soul mate? 

         

         We are Young 

           But love isn't

We are looking for love...

Is it under our beds?

Is it in our closets that we need to desperately clean out?

                    Where is the love?

Is it getting so lost in a moment, and feeling on top of the world? Like in the movies they are willing to give up everything for love. 

   

   Whatever Love is, I know we don't want to miss out on it.

Falling apart

I made the call that decided the fate.

Knowing what was coming was the worst fear we had.

We broke down when it came to saying our good byes.

As we neared the end I held on to every last breath. 

Every memory we had was flooding into my mind. Knowing that we couldn't create any more. 

Never thought the day would come when you wouldn't be there anymore. 

Looking into your eyes as you took your last breath.

Then everything fell apart. 

I AM REAL

Breathe in, Breathe out.

Oxygen is filling up our lungs & leaving while we exhale. 

That's how we are alive. 

Along with a whole bunch of shit that we don't need to get into.

 HUMANS ARE COMPLEX

Every day we wake up just expecting our body's to work. until one day something decides it wants the day off. That's why we have doctors.                          

we spend our whole life trying to figure out who the hell we are.

But there is something remarkable about being a human. 

We can keep advancing. We have such power that we didn't even know we hold. Humans are hard to understand. I don't even think we can understand in our life time.

But are we actually living? Or are we all just going throughout our lives turning into robots, not using the world to spread our wings.  Life passes you by, don't waste your time.

Is it our fears holding us back from putting our feet in the sand?

once we experience our feet in the sand we want more. 

while i lay here my skin soaking up the sun, 

and kids riding their bikes feeling care free and limitless. 

I think.... I AM REAL. I AM HERE. 

  

The day the clocks stopped

The phone dropped. 

I heard heart wrenching cries, and shock.

Life used to be IDEAL. Full of melody and laughter.

These days its crowded with tears and memorializing his past. 

we had to mature and take care of one another.

It happened so unexpectedly we couldn't quite grasp just how much we missed out.

That's the day the clocks stopped.

Beaver State of Mind

The fresh smell you filll us with.

 The freedom that we have.

 So simple and quiet you slip away from the real world. 

You can escape all your worries, just leave them at the gate. 

The happiness you bring us and so much closer we become. 

Get back to the box of crayons.

As children the world is at our fingertips. Creativity comes effortless. 

Open the box of crayons and you can create any thing.

As time moves on we progress to what we think is better coloring utensils. 

Our creativity becomes unfamiliar to us. 

We need to let go and get back to the days where we wore our shoes on the wrong feet, our hair was a mess, and we were able to imagine new worlds. 

 We need to get back to the box of crayons.