they say what doesn't kill the soul will make it harder....
acoustic guitars are so soothing, anthony green is a god.
today was a fall day. the sun was replaced with the golden shades of the dying leaves. beauty radiated from the decay of a leaf, a tree's final goodbye for the season. i can not stop taking pictures of the same thing, autumn is a camera's best friend. i went down to the woods today, my grandfather's house. it about 10 degrees cooler, but the leaves are ten times prettier. there's a lake surronding by the color. when the lake is absolutley still, it reflects the colors like a canvas. distorted with the ripples of the water but incredibely beautiful. we had to cut down a tree today. it was dead, no colorful leaves, none at all. just stubs and moist wood. my dad, with his teeth gritting, careful sliced the base with a chain saw. the wood cracked and a ripping noise echoed followed by a the crash, leaves flew from underneath and the tree was parallel with the dirt. a stump remained. i brushed off the sawdust and inhaled the smell. it was fresh, but not pleasant. apparently its called piss oak, because it gives a stench of pee. haha. the fresh wood was cool against my hand. i counted the rings, 48 something. towards the end the rings were too close together, the tree did not grow its last years of its life. i saved a piece of the tree, a 3 inch sliver of its 50 years. such an old piece of earth in my hands. we'll burn the rest of the wood in the stove. the tree will become ash and carbon and oxygen, enter the air and continue the cycle. it will never truly die. the ashes will be thrown in the back, used to feed teh growth of something new. the fire will warm our barn and i'll breath its air.
ashes to ashes, ashes to life. nothing really dies in this world. the same amount of matter has existed since the begining of time, in that case, maybe a part of us belongs to the dinosaurs. no one never really die. someone will carry on the traditions, the work be it music, art, writing will live on through those they influenced, future generations.
what does this moment have to do with the rest of my life? how will the fact i stayed up past the sun , past the next day have to do with shit when i'm thirty. then why am i doing all this homework. i guess i'll have to be mature and know it will be worth it when college is over. but now, i have no motivation.
today was a fall day. the sun was replaced with the golden shades of the dying leaves. beauty radiated from the decay of a leaf, a tree's final goodbye for the season. i can not stop taking pictures of the same thing, autumn is a camera's best friend. i went down to the woods today, my grandfather's house. it about 10 degrees cooler, but the leaves are ten times prettier. there's a lake surronding by the color. when the lake is absolutley still, it reflects the colors like a canvas. distorted with the ripples of the water but incredibely beautiful. we had to cut down a tree today. it was dead, no colorful leaves, none at all. just stubs and moist wood. my dad, with his teeth gritting, careful sliced the base with a chain saw. the wood cracked and a ripping noise echoed followed by a the crash, leaves flew from underneath and the tree was parallel with the dirt. a stump remained. i brushed off the sawdust and inhaled the smell. it was fresh, but not pleasant. apparently its called piss oak, because it gives a stench of pee. haha. the fresh wood was cool against my hand. i counted the rings, 48 something. towards the end the rings were too close together, the tree did not grow its last years of its life. i saved a piece of the tree, a 3 inch sliver of its 50 years. such an old piece of earth in my hands. we'll burn the rest of the wood in the stove. the tree will become ash and carbon and oxygen, enter the air and continue the cycle. it will never truly die. the ashes will be thrown in the back, used to feed teh growth of something new. the fire will warm our barn and i'll breath its air.
ashes to ashes, ashes to life. nothing really dies in this world. the same amount of matter has existed since the begining of time, in that case, maybe a part of us belongs to the dinosaurs. no one never really die. someone will carry on the traditions, the work be it music, art, writing will live on through those they influenced, future generations.
what does this moment have to do with the rest of my life? how will the fact i stayed up past the sun , past the next day have to do with shit when i'm thirty. then why am i doing all this homework. i guess i'll have to be mature and know it will be worth it when college is over. but now, i have no motivation.