The Human Condition
It explodes behind my eyes like a beautiful epiphany.
My elusive beauty is revealed in the moments that hide behind our detour sign.
Despite ourselves.
We hurt other people.
We are connected in ways I can't even begin to imagine.
There is beauty inherent in every little moment, we've just got to shift focus and see what we will.
Objectivity is overrated.
Meet me in the dark corners of my mind, God knows I need the illumination.
I need to sit down at 2:36am and write until the words dance together. I need to sit down and send my novel to ten more publishers. I need to sit down and be alone. I need to stand up and shout at the top of my lungs.
I need to make that movie, the one I tell myself I can't make. I'm wrong, I can (hint: it involves a bed, 8 people, and a strand of christmas lights). If you lay down at night and stare up, you can see it above you.
This Is Music.
Suddenly, I'm three years ago, standing at the crossroads, holding your hand.
My elusive beauty is revealed in the moments that hide behind our detour sign.
Despite ourselves.
We hurt other people.
We are connected in ways I can't even begin to imagine.
There is beauty inherent in every little moment, we've just got to shift focus and see what we will.
Objectivity is overrated.
Meet me in the dark corners of my mind, God knows I need the illumination.
I need to sit down at 2:36am and write until the words dance together. I need to sit down and send my novel to ten more publishers. I need to sit down and be alone. I need to stand up and shout at the top of my lungs.
I need to make that movie, the one I tell myself I can't make. I'm wrong, I can (hint: it involves a bed, 8 people, and a strand of christmas lights). If you lay down at night and stare up, you can see it above you.
This Is Music.
Suddenly, I'm three years ago, standing at the crossroads, holding your hand.