U probably think this quip is about u.
Tracy Chapman + Michael Jackson = The Weeknd
I guess we all boast influences from one source or the next, but I’ve (lately) never come to realize one so specifically precise as this………….and I liiiiiik…uh………..loooooooooove it. And I love it.
Truth is, I don’t think life has to be figured out, but exploration simply feels necessary in order to keep us all afloat. Would you rather pray for the turbulent winds to brush your raft along, or would you rather sail in silence for fear of movement? Would you loooove it?
As per the previous post, I’m really getting into the spirit of Autumn right about now. Jazz club affair. Not too dark, not too bright, but just right. Halloween seems to be the “holiday” that embodies that feeling like no other ‘cuz folks legitmately want to be spooked, and yet, wanna see the smiling faces of the babies who trot around from house to house, decked out in the latest in Tigger n’ Pooh costume wear. “Tick or tweeeeeeeeeeeeeet”
October, may you rock me like a hurricane.
Autumn leaves and the space between, mind me, so entertain.
Approaching cold, you know the drill.
Dying heat, almost gone, but so is the thrill.
How fine is hell, exactly?
Don’t tell me it’s just a dream.
One of my most favourite songs of all. Clearly, it tells a simple tale of….well….livin’ tha life.
What more could one ask for on such a……..perfect day?
Son of beast,
or man’s best friend?
If I leave you to be judge,
will the story ever end?
savor an apple.
These woods are all too clear.
Dripping stone raindrops,
hearken winter’s slumbering ear.
Spring upon human’s feats,
until the grass greets a deer.
Man grips rotten nature,
thinks it has no chance.
Grizzly chuckles at this sight,
says, “well, that’s no romance.”
It’s the price that you see,
You cannot get it out of me.
From the factionless freedoms,
Who are they to think I’m numb.
It’s everyday how we say,
I’m gonna do it my way.
Your undecided little choice,
Prosperity provides a voice.
I can admire your wit.
At this point, I’d be totally fine with reducing all of my possessions (not much to begin with) down to strictly literature. Keeping myself fed, physically active, and mentally engaged. What more does a person really need? I’m down with this.
Keeping some kind of journal can be very freeing, especially if there’s plenty on the mind. Within those pages exists a written-out copy of the world as you see it from inside your head. While other days may provide themselves to be more diary-worthy than others, you might not regret writing down your daily thoughts as you look back months….or even years from right now. Words act as both the coldest and the warmest embrace, all at once.