8.02.2009
Words and Colors @ 9:43 PMCurrent song:
"Colors" by Barcelona,
She’s always waiting for me to speak
But all she hears is whitest noise
Though I may not communicate my
Heart, she knows the color I’m screaming
She makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out
Every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile
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Life happens, even when you are sitting there, eyes flowing through words while imagining things. Funny thing is, I learn many profound things about life, just sitting with a good book and a cup of something throat-burning.
Updates on my so called "summer reading" list
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Choke
Acquainted With the Night
Running With Scissors
The Tenth Insight by James Redfield
Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe
Recently, I've been adoring anything, well, wordy. And if it's not novel pages, it's photographs of words and letters landscaped to become unconventional. The downside to this is realizing that writer's block is a most painful affliction, the symptoms- obvious when the pen and paper are still unused after an hour or two of wanting to create something beautiful. (So yes, Brian Fennell, I know what you mean when you sing, "Trying to form the words that somehow might mean I am feeling".)
But anyway, I found this paragraph, from Betz White, and you can imagine the heavy feverish feeling of not being able to write, slowly being lifted off my chest. Because even if one can't write, one can read.
"I believe there’s a place in everyone’s life
real or imagined
in your mind or in your heart
in your backyard or far far away
where you are truly yourself.
Not defined by what you do or to whom you belong
but by the person you have always been deep down at the core.
The authentic you of your childhood, when long summer days stretched on forever.
When time stood still and there was nowhere to be but right where you were.
Fun and joy and life just happened."
Amen.