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Just uploaded a cover. Feel free to give it a listen! I remade the track from the bassline, which the pitch bends were fun once I figured out what the sound was. The melody is sooo smooth, I love the guitar riff. Music is an outlet that mustn’t be over looked. That word is weird, is it even a “real” word? Either way, it shouldn’t go left unsaid no real instruments were harmed durning the making of this cover! Also, the xx, are hands down a classic sound of the early 00’s. Much respect!

Note to Self 19:26 Messages from the universe sometimes sing through the voices of others. Recognize the messages as they resonate in a sound heart and mind. Let them swirl and plant seeds of faith.There is no right way, to this life gig.

Drop the labels. They separate more than identify.

Attempting to blog again…

08.31.2015 18:21

How do I start taking inventory again? I used to write it out. I would post online in attempt of making myself accountable for progress. I feel like since I stopped blogging I stopped all efforts in keeping a record of my life via blogging and journaling.
It’s true that we are the ones who stand in our own way. I stopped thinking of myself as special. I started thinking I’m just a nobody, I wanted to be silent and just an observer.
Which was fine for awhile. Until this unsettling feeling I was letting my life pass me by. My silence grew into me feeling I was too afraid and fearful to express myself. I lost my voice. I silenced myself. I dunno. Maybe it was the over indulgence of stimuli. Maybe it was trying to figure out how to make my voice count.
Over thinking most definitely killed my desire to write. I believed for the longest time I had to be a certain way in order to share I had to accomplish certain things before. I gave myself an unrealistic prerequisite.

Everything happens at the right time. I have made amends with you. I declared to you every genuine word I know. Love doesn’t disappear it hides in the canvas of a broken frame.

As I Time Lapse into the Future

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Quickwrite: 11/07/14 8:22pm

As I slowly move forward in time and space I realize I am evolving at an acceleration unlike ever before. As I time lapse into the future I’ve slowed down my frames of memory.The word considerate floats inside of my mind. I realize it is a blanket term. Considerate attempts to validate human emotion of empathy. To deem the party as a fair and just human being. However, the discovery of parallel truths with the term are in fact not black and white. The term can describe a particular situation and cannot actively describe an entity as an entire term. To be considerate all of the time is highly implausible unless we are cognitive in our actions all of the time. 

So in pursuit of my own sovereignty  I actively try to be more present, more in control, more cognitive of my actions or lack there of. I can blame being an only child as a means of ignorance , the dysfunction of family dynamics, or a self manifested mental deficiency. As time lapses into the future, I can slow down and control how I chose to act in any given moment. To slow down my own time gave me power to control my life. Space, time and I are in  sync. 

Quickwrite 09/15/2014 1:55 PM

I finally have some free time to write and of course, I feel as though a dry spell has come over me. I guess I can start with my favorite trail of thought.
“Where was I a year ago today.” Not only rediscovering who I was but more so attempting to fathom how I’ve changed in the slightest ways. Realizing how I was in the dark about so much life had to offer besides disappointment and regret. 

Learning to appreciate life’s hardships truly is a habit worth starting. Learning to respect the past can help in creating a more preferable future. I often wonder what would happen if I revisited those who I once cared for and how would it affect the future. I suppose those people are in the past for a reason, seeing how the phone calls I make to them go unanswered. It’s not that Im desperate for their attention, I’m just curious. I’m curious what would become of the communication. So, I call every blue moon, just to remember their not meant for my present life, and the call goes to voicemail. I never leave one. I did once in the beginning. That was a mistake… Anyhow I usually just end the call and smile. A reminder there is nothing left to say.

Quickwrite: 07/27/2014 12:55am

God only knows why I bother sometimes. Why it is I bother to hang on to an idea of correction. The idea to correct self perceived errors I’ve made. The errors I can only assume are what made me lose a relationship I’ve held so dear to me. Thank god time is doing its part, making the acceptance process alittle easier. I don’t understand why do people not want to fix things that are mendable while both parties are still alive and able. The thought of erasing or pretending to erase a person is absolute insanity to me. If it’s that easy to forget someone, then they must not have meant all that much in the first place.
I’ll remember, I won’t forget. I also will not be robbed of my memories. I will not hold resentments. My words will remain genuine and truthful. Regardless of those of the world who cannot bare to be so brave faced.

Stop the Hurt
“At any age we are nothing more than the accumulated experiences that have gotten us to where we are now. And the experiences of our youth are the formative years that create our adulthood. Too many people are having difficulty with adult life because of childhood experiences that control their thinking. We must learn to educate our young better and eliminate child abuse. More than 50% of the children in America today are abused, either mentally or physically, by parents who don’t love them or understand them. We are creating a nation of unhappy people who are not capable of offering anything to anyone else because of
the hurt they carry around inside of themselves.”

(Source: lowlyf)

“The lion and the cow take from their environment only what they need for substance, but man does not. Nature dictates this behavior in animals, but not in man. There is not a single quality in man that he uses to achieve peace. The notion of peace means the following: I take only what I need to survive; the rest does not belong to me.”

In a world of excess why create more excess. Every individual has so much more than necessary. Clutter is appalling. Not only physical clutter but mental. Letting go and realizing what is not meant for you releases an inner peace. Certain thoughts can feel so heavy because they are meant to be let go. I feel as though I am in a constant state of abundance because I only take what I need and give the rest back for others. Sundays have always been a day of revelation and clarity. Self control and discretion are more attainable when the load we carry is lightened. Let it go, let it go.

Black Cat
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze will be absorbed and utterly disappear: just as a raving madman, when nothing else can ease him, charges into his dark night howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels the rage being taken in and pacified. She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen into her, so that, like an audience, she can look them over, menacing and sullen, and curl to sleep with them. But all at once as if awakened, she turns her face to yours; and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny, inside the golden amber of her eyeballs suspended, like a prehistoric fly.

Life as of Now

Sitting alone in the grass cool air passes over my arms. All of my senses are heighten. I can feel it all. I no longer absorb all yet I still feel. Paying attention to all in this moment. Each new moment continues to consume me. I can only focus on my immediate actions. Each passing and occurring thought is a beautiful dance inside my mind. I watch as if clouds of thought make shapes and I watch without identifying their form. Serenity and I are acquainted and closer than ever before. We know one another as if we had met in past lives and have never skipped a beat. How I missed what I thought I knew. How I missed your ways and I never knew we were this close. Each breath I take we become closer. This is peace, this is how it is suppose to be. This serenity is what it is, and I cannot question what is, because it is just that.