I am so easily amused
Where does your time go? Do you spend the moments with your forehead crinkled in worry, buried in thoughts that you have no reign over? thoughts that grip us into the drama of our own reality. Or are you knee deep in feathers because you had a pillow fight with your mom?
I always wonder about the next person I see; where do they hide their love letters? Does he dance in the nude when no one is watching? Does she love herself as much as the man that is holding her? Would you confess your honesty to the woman you always wanted to dip in chocolate? Would you jump out of a plane and purge all your material possessions that never filled your void in the first place?
Iam curious if people crave honesty with themselves and everyone else around them. I wonder this because I have observed that people prefer to sweep their hearty desires away from view or away from danger. Perhaps it is the conquest that is more romantic than the actual feeling? I don't know.
I believe that we are the creators of our glorious canvasses throughout life,but what happens when there's that one drip that has turned into the monster blob on our canvass? The blob is not necessarily bad, but just seems to have shackled you down.
I am someone that loves to ponder and dive deep into the murky ocean and pull up a surprise because I think that's what life is all about...pull up a little creature that evokes a million questions and then become fascinated by the answers.
But it is easy to look for those answers (especially with google) but it seems to be hard for the simple things now a days. I feel like I am missing some warmth. There's so much productivity happening, don't get me wrong I love to progress and move forward to achieve, achieve, achieve.... but where is the simplicity?
I never want to lose the beauty of the simplest things. The eyeballs of a snails retractable tentacles - brilliant. The gleam of the suns rays in between the vast trees. How the sun exposes my moms beautiful flesh. The way my best friends laugh...I always love the moments I see my friends happy, I make a note right away, in my head, and feel so cute that they are smiling.
We are in the final stages of rehearsal...it is close. I look forward to the simplicity of sharing my music without beg or whoring. I simply want to do what I love and I can't wait to share it. But I wont beg for you to join me, I will only ask and I hope you take the invitation that I am so proud to offer.
It is 3 am and I am just rambling. I am not a writer so please absolve me from any errors.
Suzana
I will try not to be so heavy next time...hehe