Bound for the Floor

"No, I won't give you a ride, I'm too fucked up to be dealing with that kinda shit this hour" (circa 3:35)

God Damn. If reality could be a prescribed philosophy, maybe people might realize today how they are living an otter lie. If this, you, my reader (hahaha what am I kidding? no one reads this) believes I am speaking nonsense, then simply understand its a reference to an improper opinion on an important matter. I'm still awake because like they say, sleep is for dreamers, while I've feared dreaming for so long.

High Gravity? Eh... I'll go for something out of the atmosphere please.

In recognition to the days events, certain imbalances have been re centered. Those recent certainties might be named however I prefer a slight pursuit in having these "things" brought to light from an objective point of view. (Good thing no one reads this blog, because I enjoy driving myself crazy from confusion)

So now on to the most recent discussion based unfortunately upon how effective a dose of reality would be in someone's individual self-absorbed life. To begin, a quote from Radiohead: "You do it to yourself you do, and thats what really hurts. You do it to yourself, just you and no one else." Essentially, I decree that certain people can't accept reality. Of course in the simplest argument, I could reference a character in Gossip Girl. *And by all means, I am not just picking on girls, because Jersey Shore's guys take the crown.* But thats ok, my stance is simple: when conversing with a (person) who is completely convinced into "their" own surreality, it is impossible to reach any sort of conclusion upon these uneven playing fields. Upon realizing this during conversation, a dose of reality, in effort to counteract the false surreality of the (person), is necessary; yet how can it possibly be administered? That is the key to the ignition, however the key doesn't quite fit. In such attempts I have done, the key (or dose of reality) cannot fit the situation properly, simply because the surrealist cannot comprehend the extent of their own actions, nor rationalize the realists opinion. To conclude, a dreamer is essentially a misconception, solely because they skip over reality, which in life, is the most important aspect of the self to embrace.

In other news, my imperfect golf swing remains a work in progress.... looks like light rain, 45 degrees Saturday.... Count me in!

An exert from a recent creation:

"All that I've wronged

depletes me

Everywhere I've gone

isn't nothing to see

Without the breeze

one cannot feel ease

Only a seconds worth

completes thee

Yet all that I've done

depletes me

I wish I could sing her

this song sweetly

With it all in the sun

we could see clearly

Together; completely"

Funny

If I believe I have written the perfect song, but no one hears it, is the song only perfect to my own ear? Everyone hears something different, and I hypothesize that the perfect song is either:

1) Heard the exact same to every individual ear

2) Heard completely different to each personal ear

So, does the song I intend to create have to be uniform or unique? Would it be fair to call common music like pop and rap uniform and indie/instrumental music unique? I guess it depends on a person's perception, of which determines favoritism towards the uniformity or unique beauty in the nature of my song writing effort.

To conclude my random thought process of the day, I profess that it is indeed important to be unique, to sound different, however influential to sound uniform, to sound appealing to all. Finding the perfect harmony in these two polar opposites is the key to successful musical creation.

Hmmm

Ending shit is so much fun sometimes. When the past is just a memory, you really enjoy your current situation and appreciate different extremities much more. Regardless of the mood, I think its important to cherish what the consequences of life exhibit.

"Consequences frequently

dream up perfect harmony

We jumped ship too easily

Wandered blindly in distant seas

Not understanding where we'd soon end up

Unfortunate karma brought us shit luck"

Time Will Tell

My friends, time is the only real reward for such a peril consequence. Time will tell all, good and bad, only if it is sought after in this dismal realm. Who knows the end result? Who cares? I guess thats so figurative and stupid that only the individual self understands what they want to, however I propose that Time will be my downfall. Yet I constantly and currently embrace it in hopes of accomplishing the unaccomplishable: a needless task of reverberation through out my life that I still see light and perfection deep inside.

An old friend once inspired this concept with a very simple phrase:

"Giving time is giving life"

Yesterday

Yesterday marked a very intense spiritual journey, one that brought the best and worst emotions free from my body. Cutting ties is very hard to do, especially the deep and tightly wound ones. In completion of the exercise, I felt not only relieved, but individually rejuvenated. My spirit was at rest, my body at ease, and my soul completely reopened to new frontiers.

I feel like I've come along way, and now am prospering with the benefits that journey has brought me. Benefits that I had a hard time realizing were simply slammed right into me, as if they had been there all along. Maybe I am finally complete again. Ready to completely destroy that completeness to bring about even new changes and life developments.

Insomnia

Insomnia seems to be the case here. Another night, another time spent staring. Am i afraid to dream again? Is it that I just simply can't figure out how to release my mind into a sleepy state?

Days are long, nights are eternity.

Dreams

Dreams are unintentional delusions of reality. They manipulate time and space while delivering strict messages about current life and fantasies. Sometimes this is pleasant, most times it seems for me at least they are undesirable imaginations. One day dreams could represent reality, others seem to be as far of from real as possible. I never dislike or take a dream irresponsibly, however I am more tempted than ever to finding a cure for the evil ones that continue to change and bother my own self.