Making the best of things
I think the most intoxicating thing about Vegas is the mixture of cigarettes, the noise of lose and gain. Lose is far more frequent, depending upon the perspective you use.
A lose for you is a gain for them.
Then there’s the opposite
A gain for you is a loss for them.
But it balances out, play smart and everything stays symmetrical.
A deep breath and you’ve pulled in the high
In the effort to fly the little. Bird flys from pillar to pillar trying to complete his journey, only thing is he eventually gets lost and makes a nest. He hides his home up above and raises a family. Perhaps the next generation can make it through the passage.
In the effort to fly the little. Bird flys from pillar to pillar trying to complete his journey, only thing is he eventually gets lost and makes a nest. He hides his home up above and raises a family. Perhaps the next generation can make it through the passage.
The quiet needs to be silenced, drowned with the noise. That’s it go with the flow let the noise wash over. Time goes slower and we breath the ecstatic air.
It was something so short lasted. The word count that I had worked meticulously to accumulate, gone and halved. The evidence of the disappearance very minimal, this is it, time for the factory reset, a purge to get fresh. But in reality everything is fine.
I don’t talk a whole lot Most of the time I have taken up the idea of It is deeply ingrained. Though I do wonder if I hate it because when I think I stutter and then while I think that. My brain replays what I said in my head. Now that creates a feedback loop. I hear it twice. Then my annoyingly self conscious mind begins to wonder what those around me are thinking. It makes me seize up more. Boom I’m stuck. In reality I’m sure no one cares. The real issue is that I hear my voice so rarely that when I do hear what I really sound like, I can almost feel how the vocal cords are bending to make my own unique frequency of voice.
In order to truly control something you have train it. So that is what I did.. A few times at least. I read the first page of Harry Potter a couple times, My tongue got stiff in a few of the takes I also noticed that it is quite impossible for me to recite word for word. It is like my brain wants to just skip those words and give it a more human sound to it almost as if the way we write is not equal to that of human speech. It has to be perfect. But the real question is …..
Is it?
I just read the first paragraph outed close to a nightmare of everything sizing up boom here we go round two here we go .
I know of a city. Formed off broke Ambition, The hope being that this grand plan of a municipality would rival that of the finest. Great ancient builders put a great deal of the gold snow into it. In this world, In the areas that had the highest potential to be fantastic. One of the gods came to cultivate it, grow the finest of trees. The finest greens. The far off opposing city of lost Silver was supposed to tremble in its. Wake. The land was gathered up. The God set to work for many years though eventually, he grew tired, and his project ended. The God left, and the inhabitants tried to make their own way, but they liked things being the way they were. Time passed, and the ideas of the future remained stagnant for much later time. Older wise men came there to live their days peacefully And passed in. Due time. That was was where the city got its name. The young sprouts that went from the land always tried to uproot themselves. Their little green legs popping up between the cracks the run to the beginning, away from the end.
Oh boy! You’ve finally hit it big, you’re doing what you love and making money at it. Life couldn’t be better, it took you a few years but when Hollywood gets ahold that long time to make they happen will be set and passed in a minute of screen time so all we must do is do our thing. Create what we must to get to our happiness and watch all the years later when that work is glossed over in a minute.
As you listen to a song watch how it follows your mood and becoming how you feel. As you try to find the song for your thoughts you realize music controls your mood in some ways happy songs get you happy sad ones make you sad and sometimes it works the opposite way. Songs keep The mind active in a way, keep the blood flowing and before you know it the music in your mind is narrating your own personal movie.
I remember I was in my English class… The room was cold and stuffy-
Wait
(Ahem)
Once upon a time…. I was in my class cold and stuffy We were talking about silence when you don’t have music blaring or audio beating against your eardrums . That when I realized something we have our minds constantly bombarded by other thoughts or emotion which I believe actually makes writing something new much harder because music has a pre-existing emotions.
So I think an important thing to do is work in the quiet let your true self out and see what happens.
