“Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” - The Fault in Our Stars, John Green
The connection I have with music is so beautiful. When I listen to music I get so into it, that I can feel it slide through my veins into my soul. It’s amazing how I can feel so much from a song that I can cry. Simply, simply, beautiful.
From The New Black Poetry, 1969
“The beast will crawl this earth
Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows
They’ll rip apart his flesh
Til all that’s left is glorious bone”
“Primate sharpens tool
To survive and thrive in the jungle”
-crazy how a random search
in the wee hours of the morning can relate to the seemingly unrelated…
You know that feeling where it’s like you just walked into an apartment complex lobby and you hear someone blasting their music and just as loud as they wanna be? Yet, it’s not just any ol’ kinda artist, it’s someone so soulful just wailin’ and expressing something that comes from deep within…and it makes you stop and listen-
And it’s in that moment that you complete the cycle. Yes, you’ve become the person who’s blasting their music in the apartment complex…
Who knows? Maybe you’ll convert someone else to your new favorite song
Piano Keys & Keyboard Keys (my tumblr-versary)
Im gonna be kinda corny on this tumblr-versary. So corny, in fact, that I will be reblogging myself (a year later). Some of it is a reminder of one of the reasons I came here, and some are just a growth chart. Y’know one of my first posts was about a heat game, and another was about college app stress. look at me now….
Kinda strange how, as I was typing and planning how I’d spill part of myself out on this great social media platform…someone else was planning on how’d they spill part of themselves out to people they’d never met or knew would devote themselves to another’s art….
On this day, I also made a youtube account, so unnecessary , or so it seemed. Cause I had been captivated by this art….art that was as deep as my unwillingness to join the youtube community. It won me over. Plus, it didn’t hurt that I could use it as poetry to decipher and hone my AP English skills. Countless hours pouring over that art, happily spent hours being enthralled by melodic notes that caressed my ears…I let the music open my eyes in a way. I’m thankful for having that change of heart.
And I’m also thankful for my followers. Everyone of you are appreciated and I’m glad to know that my corner of tumblr reaches someone. Sending good vibes on the eve of 2013!